Dragon Moon is live at BPAL & BPTP!

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Holy moly, there’s a lot going on at BPAL this month!

 

There are new Neil and Terry-inspired scents all across the board!

 

++ GOOD OMENS

THE BUGGRE ALLE THIS BIBLE

The book was commonly known as the Buggre Alle This Bible. The lengthy compositor's error, if such it may be called, occurs in the book of Ezekiel, chapter 48, verse five:

 

2. And bye the border of Dan, fromme the east side to the west side, a portion for Afher.

3. And bye the border of Afhter, fromme the east side even untoe the west side, a portion for Naphtali.

4. And bye the border of Naphtali, from the east side untoe the west side, a portion for Manaffeh.

5. Buggre all this for a Larke. I amme sick to mye Hart of typefettinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges noe more than a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone half an oz. of Sense should bee oute in the Sunneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the liuelong daie inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe. @*"AE@;!*

6. And bye the border of Ephraim, from the east fide even untoe the west fide, a portion for Reuben.

 

[The Buggre Alle This Bible was also noteworthy for having twenty seven verses in the third chapter of Genesis, instead of the more usual twenty four.

 

They followed verse 24, which in the King James version reads:

 

"So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life," and read:

 

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying Where is the flaming sword which was given unto thee?

26 And the Angel said, I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.

27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

 

It appears that these verses were inserted during the proof stage. In those days it was common practice for printers to hang proof sheets to the wooden beams outside their shops, for the edification of the populace and some free proofreading, and since the whole print run was subsequently burned anyway, no one bothered to take up this matter with the nice Mr. A. Ziraphale, who ran the bookshop two doors along and was always so helpful with the translations, and whose handwriting was instantly recognizable.]

 

Crumbling paper and ancient cracked leather with a touch of tobacco leaf and incense.

 

 

JASMINE COTTAGE

She'd rented the cottage furnished, which meant that the actual furniture was the special sort you find in these circumstances and had probably been left out for the dustmen by the local War on Want shop. It didn't matter. She didn't expect to be here long.

 

If Agnes was right, she wouldn't be anywhere long. Nor would anyone else.

 

Camellia, jasmine, heather, orange blossom, osmanthus, wisteria, thyme, angelica, freesia, granny’s nightcap, and English wildflowers.

 

 

NANNY ASHTORETH

She wore a knit tweed suit and discreet pearl earrings. Something about her might have said nanny, but it said it in an undertone of the sort employed by British butlers in a certain type of American film. It also coughed discreetly and muttered that she could well be the sort of nanny who advertises unspecified but strangely explicit services in certain magazines.

 

Middle Eastern flowers, amber, honey, blood red-berries, whip leather, and polished paddle wood.

 

 

PEPPER

She herself had short red hair and a face which was not so much freckled as one big freckle with occasional areas of skin.

 

Pepper's given first names were Pippin Galadriel Moonchild. She had been given them in a naming ceremony in a muddy valley field that contained three sick sheep and a number of leaky polythene teepees. Her mother had chosen the Welsh valley of Pant y Gyrdl as the ideal site to Return to Nature. (Six months later, sick of the rain, the mosquitoes, the men, the tent trampling sheep who ate first the whole commune's marijuana crop and then its antique minibus, and by now beginning to glimpse why almost the entire drive of human history has been an attempt to get as far away from Nature as possible, Pepper's mother returned to Pepper's surprised grandparents in Tadfield, bought a bra, and enrolled in a sociol¬ogy course with a deep sigh of relief.)

 

There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, and Pepper had chosen the other one: the three male Them had learned this on their first day of school, in the playground, at the age of four.

 

They had asked her her name, and, all innocent, she had told them.

 

Subsequently a bucket of water had been needed to separate Pippin Galadriel Moonchild's teeth from Adam's shoe. Wensleydale's first pair of spectacles had been broken, and Brian's sweater needed five stitches.

 

The Them were together from then on, and Pepper was Pepper forever, except to her mother, and (when they were feeling especially cou¬rageous, and the Them were almost out of earshot) Greasy Johnson and the Johnsonites, the village's only other gang.

 

Wild English roses, French gardenia, vanilla, honey, golden ginger, blood orange, pine resin, pink pepper, crushed berries, tuberose, bergamot, and geranium.

 

 

WENSLEYDALE

"My father says there's no such thing as witches," said Wensley¬dale, who had fair, wavy hair, and peered seriously out at life through thick black rimmed spectacles. It was widely believed that he had once been christened Jeremy, but no one ever used the name, not even his parents, who called him Youngster. They did this in the subconscious hope that he might take the hint; Wensleydale gave the impression of having been born with a mental age of forty seven.

 

An immaculately clean scent: well-scrubbed soapy skin and fresh cotton.

 

 

 

++ AMERICAN GODS

THE IFRIT

The taxi driver comes out of the shower, wet, with a towel wrapped around his midsection. He is not wearing his sunglasses, and in the dim room his eyes burn with scarlet flames.

 

Salim blinks back tears. “I wish you could see what I see,” he says.

 

“I do not grant wishes,” whispers the ifrit, dropping his towel and pushing Salim gently, but irresistibly, down onto the bed.

 

Desert sand, red musk, blackened ginger, dragon’s blood resin, black pepper, cinnamon, and tobacco.

 

 

THE NORNS’ FARMHOUSE

The farmhouse was dark and shut up. The meadows were overgrown and seemed abandoned. The farm roof was crumbling at the back; it was covered in black plastic sheeting. They jolted over a ridge and Shadow saw it there.

 

It was silver-gray and it was higher than the farm-house. It was the most beautiful tree Shadow had ever seen: spectral and yet utterly real and almost perfectly symmetrical. It also looked instantly familiar: he wondered if he had dreamed it, then he realized that no, he had seen it before, or a representation of it man, many times. It was Wednesday’s silver tie pin.

 

The VW bus jolted and bumped across the meadow, and it came to a stop about twenty feet from the trunk of the tree.

 

There were three women standing by the tree. At first glance Shadow thought they were the Zorya, but no, they were three women he did not know. They looked tired and bored, as if they had been standing there a long time. Each of them held a wooden ladder. The biggest also carried a brown sack. They looked like a set of Russian dolls: a tall one – she was Shadow’s height, or even taller – a middle-sized one, and a woman so short and hunched that at first glance Shadow wrongly supposed her to be a child. They looked so much alike that Shadow was certain the women must be sisters.

 

The smallest of the women dropped to a curtsey when the bus drew up. The other two just stared. They were sharing a cigarette, and they smoked it down to the filter before one of them stubbed it out against a root.

 

Dusty, ancient wood, horehound, and sage, with viper’s bugloss, mugwort, chamomile, nettle, apple blossom, chervil, and ashes.

 

 

 

++ STARDUST

THE EAST

But there were times when the wind blew from beyond the wall, bringing with it the smell of mint and thyme and redcurrants, and at those times there were strange colors seen in the flames in the fireplaces in the village.

 

The scent of the winds beyond the wall: bluebonnet, passion flower, freesia, jasmine tea, mint, thyme, and redcurrant.

 

 

THE STORMHOLD

The Stormhold had been carved out of the peak of Mount Huon by the first lord of Stormhold, who reigned at the end of the First Age and into the beginning of the Second. It had been expanded, improved upon, excavated and tunneled into by successive Masters of Stormhold, until the original mountain peak now raked the sky like the ornately carved tusk of some great, grey, granite beast. The Stormhold itself was perched high in the sky, where the thunder clouds gathered before they went down to the lower air, spilling rain and lightning and devastation upon the place beneath.

 

Creeping moss, slick granite, murky vetiver, lightning-charged ozone, and icy rain.

 

 

 

As always, this is a not-for-profit project, and all proceeds from the American Gods and Stardust scents go to the CBLDF, and the proceeds from the Good Omens scents are split between the CBLDF and the Orangutan Foundation UK. We love you, Neil and Terry! Thank you!!!

 

 

 

Next up, we have the Loon’acy --

 

 

++ A LITTLE LUNACY

DRAGON MOON 2008

In some cultures, the Dragon is benevolent, bestowing blessings and granting wishes. In others, the Dragon is an icon of destruction and harbinger of catastrophe. In all its incarnations, both baneful and benign, the Dragon is a symbol of strength, authority, and the raw power of nature. Our Dragon Moon represents the forces of rebirth and the vigor that springtime brings: dragon’s blood resin, galbanum, blue sage, lavender, peppermint, sweetgrass, frankincense, moonglow magnolia, bergamot, and green cedar.

 

 

Dragon Moon is also live at Black Phoenix Trading Post!

 

 

Artwork by Jennifer Williamson!

 

Dragon Moon will come down from both sites on 22 April 2008 along with the Atomic Luau Lounge!

 

 

 

We are thrilled to present a pair of long-awaited additions to the general catalogue:

 

++ DOC CONSTANTINE'S PHARMACOPOEIA

BRUISED VIOLET COMPOUND

Promotes vigor in undeath, and relieves the discomforts and complaints so common to incorporeal spirits!

 

The learned and eminent scholar Alessandro Cagliostro once remarked, “Long experience has taught me to prize Doctor Constantine’s Compounds above all others!”

 

Crushed violets, red currant, patchouli root, and Spanish moss.

 

 

NOSTRUM REMEDIUM

A Universal Panacea!

 

Revitalizes the spirit and balances the humors! Prolongs life indefinitely!

 

Black tea leaf, invigorating wasabi extract, sweetened by honey.

 

Much despair and suffering can be prevented by the discreet use of Doc Constantine’s remedies!

 

 

SLIPPERY POPPY TINCTURE

Supports psychic health and strengthens the astral body! Dissolves and expels telepathic blockage!

 

Every medium should have it! Use before every séance!

 

Poppy flowers, acai berry, and honey.

 

 

STIMULATING SASSAFRAS STRENGTHENER

Valuable in relieving the vapors and in reversing depraved conditions of the system!

 

Doc Constantine’s tonics will make you happy, hale, and hearty!

 

Sassafras, vanilla extract, oak leaf, CO2 butter extract, and onycha.

 

 

While these blends certainly do soothe the mind and bolster the spirit, they are sold as curios only. They are not to be taken internally, or used in any capacity other than that of a perfume. These are tributes to quack medicines of yore and were created in the spirit of nostalgia. This is all tongue-in-cheek, friends. Please do not consider these serious pharmaceuticals.

 

The illustrations for Doc Constantine’s series were hand-drawn by the inimitable Madame Talbot. Please pay her site a visit to see more of her astounding artwork, fascinating curio exhibitions, and beautiful handmade dolls.

 

 

++ PHOENIX STEAMWORKS AND RESEARCH FACILITY

PHOENIX STEAMWORKS

Glowing liquid passes through the fogged retorts of ancient alembics, sparks fly from behind a massive workbench, and a cloud of thick incense smoke hangs low, all casting strange and surreal flashes of light and shadow on tall bolted-steel walls. The chug and hum of gargantuan machines echo through the chamber.

 

Burnished gold and oiled bronze notes with Abramelin incense and sage.

 

 

AELOPILE

Smoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere.

 

Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.

 

 

THE ANTIKYTHERA MECHANISM

Bronze gears spin inside a polished wooden case, and an entire universe dances within.

 

Teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco.

 

 

THE COIL

The walls reverberate with a resounding boom as the mechanism is activated, and the boom settles into a hum with a deep, growling buzz. Purple-white and lightning-yellow streamers of electricity cavort over enameled copper wires and through gleaming glass globes; the room is set afire with corona spray, and bare fluorescent bulbs mounted on the walls blaze to life.

 

Ozone, eucalyptus and mint with purple orchid, passionflower, white ginger, and purple lotus.

 

 

ETHER

Glass globes fill with sweet vitriol, and the gas passes lazily through slim tubes. A misty fog veils the senses, and the world fades to hazy, opaque nothingness.

 

Translucent blooms, ethereal white resins, and davana.

 

 

GALVANIC GOGGLES

Golden goggles fitted with zinc and copper plates dangle heavily by their leather straps from a hook mounted to the wall. Its crystal lenses are effulgent with residual electric energy.

 

Metallic notes with Indian musk, tobacco flower, and African balsam.

 

 

NO. 93 ENGINE

Beeswax candles reflect flickering light onto a brass-coated boiler engraved with the words “Solve Et Coagula”. The gargantuan boiler sends torrents of steam into rigid pipes that exert force onto innumerable pistons and turbine blades. The motion is harnessed to propel energy into gargantuan cogs and gears that move liquid metals, herbs, and resins into a series of alembics.

 

Balm of Gilead, benzoin, frankincense, balsam of peru, beeswax, saffron, galbanum, calamus, hyssop, mastic, lemon balm, and white sage.

 

 

THE OBSIDIAN WIDOW

Tinkling tiny feet scuttle across a massive oak desk, navigating through a flurry of papers and a maze of discarded books, wires, and bolts. Glistening green venom beads at its chelicerae, and a ruby hourglass flashes from the creature’s underbelly as it begins to weave.

 

Pinot noir, dark myrrh, red sandalwood, black patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, and attar of rose.

 

 

THE ROBOTIC SCARAB

Pinpoints of red light beaming from its eyes scan the room, and in a flutter of leather wings, it scuttles across the wooden floorboards.

 

Polished metallic notes, glossy leather, frankincense, star anise, and thin lubricating oils.

 

 

SMOKESTACK

Grey-brown flue gasses belch from colossal steel and concrete monoliths, forming bloated clouds in the dusk-dark sky.

 

Creosote, coal, and industrial waste.

 

 

VIOLET RAY

Though the doctor continued to assure her that the treatment was therapeutic, her anxiety increased. Ignoring her feeble protestations, the doctor produced a pair of glass wands, and set to work.

 

As the machine hummed to life, her misgivings were dissolved in a haze of unexpected pleasure. Warmth, contrasted sharply with a million white-hot pinpricks and a strangely cooling blast of electricity, surged through her thighs. The metal electrodes secured beneath her corset flared as the electrical current swelled through her nerve endings.

 

White mint, purple musk, violet, lilac, ylang ylang, lavender moss, and sandalwood.

 

Illustrations by the phenomenal Mlle. Julie Dillon!

 

 

 

Don’t forget! – Its baseball season, boys and girls!

 

Guppies VS Whippoorwills at Black Phoenix Trading Post

 

 

 

And that’s it for now! Please keep an eye out for the next Carnaval Diabolique update coming soon!