Our Lady of Pain is Live at BPAL and BPTP!

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++ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB LUPERCALIA: OUR LADY OF PAIN

 

 

 

Who gave thee thy wisdom? what stories

That stung thee, what visions that smote?

Wert thou pure and a maiden, Dolores,

When desire took thee first by the throat?

What bud was the shell of a blossom

That all men may smell to and pluck?

What milk fed thee first at what bosom?

What sins gave thee suck?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OUR LADY OF PAIN

Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel

Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;

The heavy white limbs, and the cruel

Red mouth like a venomous flower;

When these are gone by with their glories,

What shall rest of thee then, what remain,

O mystic and sombre Dolores,

Our Lady of Pain?

 

Sumatran patchouli, blood musk, white lavender, opium tar, and black orchid.

 

 

Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you?

Men touch them, and change in a trice

The lilies and languors of virtue

For the raptures and roses of vice;

Those lie where thy foot on the floor is,

These crown and caress thee and chain,

O splendid and sterile Dolores,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

THE LILIES AND LANGUORS OF VIRTUE

Calla lilies and lily of the valley with white lilac, narcissus, osmanthus, asphodel, and Egyptian musk.

 

 

 

THE RAPTURES AND ROSES OF VICE

Red roses, heady Moroccan musk, cinnamon, lobelia, coconut flesh, magnolia blossoms, and tobacco tar.

 

 

 

LIPS FULL OF LUST AND LAUGHTER

O lips full of lust and of laughter,

Curled snakes that are fed from my breast,

Bite hard, lest remembrance come after

And press with new lips where you pressed.

 

Red musk, wildflower honey, elemi, tangerine, and mint.

 

 

 

FEED ME AND FILL ME WITH PLEASURE

For my heart too springs up at the pressure,

Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;

Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,

Ere pain come in turn.

 

Black patchouli, honey, and thick vanilla amber.

 

 

 

THE DESIRE OF THY FURIOUS EMBRACES

The desire of thy furious embraces

Is more than the wisdom of years,

On the blossom though blood lie in traces,

Though the foliage be sodden with tears.

For the lords in whose keeping the door is

That opens on all who draw breath

Gave the cypress to love, my Dolores,

The myrtle to death.

 

Cypress, honey myrtle, yew, peace lily, ivy, and black rose.

 

 

 

IN HIS HANDS ALL THY CRUELTIES THRIVE

Thou shalt blind his bright eyes though he wrestle,

Thou shalt chain his light limbs though he strive;

In his lips all thy serpents shall nestle,

In his hands all thy cruelties thrive.

In the daytime thy voice shall go through him,

In his dreams he shall feel thee and ache;

Thou shalt kindle by night and subdue him

Asleep and awake.

 

Gleaming black vetiver, bay laurel, opoponax, hiba wood, Spanish moss, clove, and leather accord.

 

 

 

WHEN THY WILL STUNG THE WORLD INTO STRIFE

Dost thou dream, in a respite of slumber,

In a lull of the fires of thy life,

Of the days without name, without number,

When thy will stung the world into strife;

When, a goddess, the pulse of thy passion

Smote kings as they revelled in Rome;

And they hailed thee re-risen, O Thalassian,

Foam-white, from the foam?

 

Dragon’s blood resin, red ginger, bourbon geranium, thorny rosemary, red sandalwood, pink pepper, and green coffee bean.

 

 

 

THE WORM SHALL REVIVE THEE WITH KISSES

But the worm shall revive thee with kisses;

Thou shalt change and transmute as a god,

As the rod to a serpent that hisses,

As the serpent again to a rod.

Thy life shall not cease though thou doff it;

Thou shalt live until evil be slain,

And good shall die first, said thy prophet,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Bourbon vetiver, oakmoss, and pomegranate.

 

 

 

FORGIVE US OUR VIRTUES, FORGIVE US

Who has known all the evil before us,

Or the tyrannous secrets of time?

Though we match not the dead men that bore us

At a song, at a kiss, at a crime–

Though the heathen outface and outlive us,

And our lives and our longings are twain–

Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Pale frankincense, styrax, East African black patchouli, cinnamon leaf, rosewood, and palisander.

 

 

 

O DAUGHTER OF DEATH AND PRIAPUS

They were purple of raiment and golden,

Filled full of thee, fiery with wine,

Thy lovers, in haunts unbeholden,

In marvellous chambers of thine.

They are fled, and their footprints escape us,

Who appraise thee, adore, and abstain,

O daughter of Death and Priapus,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Black opium, wild plum, cypress tar, Bulgarian rose, olibanum, black orchid, and tobacco.

 

 

 

 

 

And Our Lady of Pain continues over at Black Phoenix Trading Post:

 

There are sins it may be to discover,

There are deeds it may be to delight.

What new work wilt thou find for thy lover,

What new passions for daytime or night?

What spells that they know not a word of

Whose lives are as leaves overblown?

What tortures undreamt of, unheard of,

Unwritten, unknown?

 

 

 

++ BPTP OUR LADY OF PAIN: CANDLES

THERE YET SHALL BE SORROWS

In yesterday’s reach and to-morrow’s,

Out of sight though they lie of to-day,

There have been and there yet shall be sorrows

That smite not and bite not in play.

The life and the love thou despisest,

These hurt us indeed, and in vain,

O wise among women, and wisest,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

White sandalwood, black cypress, wormwood, creeping willow, and rue.

 

 

 

THE THIRST OF UNBEARABLE THINGS

By the hunger of change and emotion,

By the thirst of unbearable things,

By despair, the twin-born of devotion,

By the pleasure that winces and stings,

The delight that consumes the desire,

The desire that outruns the delight,

By the cruelty deaf as a fire

And blind as the night,

 

Lavender, white fig, and Atlas cedar.

 

 

 

IN THE DARKNESS THEY MURMURED AND MINGLED

And they laughed, changing hands in the measure,

And they mixed and made peace after strife;

Pain melted in tears, and was pleasure;

Death tingled with blood, and was life.

Like lovers they melted and tingled,

In the dusk of thine innermost fane;

In the darkness they murmured and mingled,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Labdanum, black plum, black currant, violet, and champaca flower.

 

 

 

THE TWILIGHT WHERE VIRTUES ARE VICES

In a twilight where virtues are vices,

In thy chapels, unknown of the sun,

To a tune that enthralls and entices,

They were wed, and the twain were as one.

For the tune from thine altar hath sounded

Since God bade the world’s work begin,

And the fume of thine incense abounded,

To sweeten the sin.

 

Honeysuckle, Moroccan jasmine, and opium smoke.

 

 

 

DRIED IS THE BLOOD OF THY LOVER

What broke off the garlands that girt you?

What sundered you spirit and clay?

Weak sins yet alive are as virtue

To the strength of the sins of that day.

For dried is the blood of thy lover,

Ipsithilla, contracted the vein;

Cry aloud, “Will he rise and recover,

Our Lady of Pain?”

 

Dragon’s blood resin, myrrh, red musk, vetiver, black clove, and cassia.

 

 

 

 

 

++ BPTP OUR LADY OF PAIN: BATH OILS

THE FROTH OF THE SERPENTS OF PLEASURE

All thine the new wine of desire,

The fruit of four lips as they clung

Till the hair and the eyelids took fire,

The foam of a serpentine tongue,

The froth of the serpents of pleasure,

More salt than the foam of the sea,

Now felt as a flame, now at leisure

As wine shed for me.

 

Sweet red wine, oakmoss, ambergris accord, ylang ylang, and Spanish mandarin.

 

 

 

QUICKEN THE SOUL THROUGH THE BLOOD

Thou shalt touch and make redder his roses

With juice not of fruit nor of bud;

When the sense in the spirit reposes,

Thou shalt quicken the soul through the blood.

Thine, thine the one grace we implore is,

Who would live and not languish or feign,

O sleepless and deadly Dolores,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Cacao, red patchouli, night-blooming jasmine, Roman chamomile, and white tea.

 

 

 

LITHE AND LASCIVIOUS REGRET

Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion,

And thy limbs are as melodies yet,

And move to the music of passion

With lithe and lascivious regret.

What ailed us, O gods, to desert you

For creeds that refuse and restrain?

Come down and redeem us from virtue,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Blackberry hops, blackened raspberry gum, purple chypre, and myrrh.

 

 

 

 

 

++ BPTP OUR LADY OF PAIN: ROOM SPRAYS

FIERCE MIDNIGHTS AND FAMISHING MORROWS

Seven sorrows the priests give their Virgin;

But thy sins, which are seventy times seven,

Seven ages would fail thee to purge in,

And then they would haunt thee in heaven:

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,

And the loves that complete and control

All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows

That wear out the soul.

 

Black plum, wild lily, and tobacco.

 

 

 

HOUSE OF UNQUENCHABLE FIRE

O garment not golden but gilded,

O garden where all men may dwell,

O tower not of ivory, but builded

By hands that reach heaven from hell;

O mystical rose of the mire,

O house not of gold but of gain,

O house of unquenchable fire,

Our Lady of Pain!

 

Glittering amber, frankincense, neroli, vanilla silk, and champaca.

 

 

 

THE SHRINE WHERE SIN IS A PRAYER

I have passed from the outermost portal

To the shrine where a sin is a prayer;

What care though the service be mortal?

O our Lady of Torture, what care?

All thine the last wine that I pour is,

The last in the chalice we drain,

O fierce and luxurious Dolores,

Our Lady of Pain.

 

Deep purple Syrah, calamus, myrrh smoke, hyssop, opoponax, bitter clove, burgundy pitch, opium poppy, and violet leaf.

 

 

 

 

 

++ BPTP OUR LADY OF PAIN: HAIR GLOSS

IMPLACABLE BEAUTIFUL TYRANT

When, with flame all around him aspirant,

Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands,

The implacable beautiful tyrant,

Rose-crowned, having death in his hands;

And a sound as the sound of loud water

Smote far through the flight of the fires,

And mixed with the lightning of slaughter

A thunder of lyres.

 

Golden amber, frankincense, white ginger, and oudh.

 

 

 

HAIR LOOSENED AND SOILED IN MID ORGIES

All shrines that were Vestal are flameless,

But the flame has not fallen from this;

Though obscure be the god, and though nameless

The eyes and the hair that we kiss;

Low fires that love sits by and forges

Fresh heads for his arrows and thine;

Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies

With kisses and wine.

 

White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed.

 

 

 

 

 

++ BPTP LUPERCALIA 2013: CANDLES

KHAJURAHO

The fabled Khajuraho temples of India are shrines of love in all its myriad forms. They are a celebration of love itself – transcendental, spiritual and erotic. This is a rejection of sorrow, spiritual ennui and despair. The sexual motifs that adorn the temples, and the temples themselves, are monuments to ecstasy and to passion, and through that, they are also monuments to spiritual fulfillment. It is believed that the realization of moksha by dedicating oneself to adhyatma and dharma can be attained only by first experiencing sexual satisfaction. In the midst of the drudgery and struggle that we sometimes endure during the course of our Earthly lives, it is vitally important that we remember the joy found in kama, and that in kama we can achieve transformation of the body and soul.

 

This is a blissful, euphoric blend based on an ancient Indian love potion: honey, date palm, tuberose, davana blossom, amber, white sandalwood, vanilla bean, Damask rose, and champaca flower.

 

 

 

 

 

 

++ BPTP LUPERCALIA 2013: CONFECTIONS

 

Lupercalia Handmade Hard Candies

These gourmet hard candies were hand-made exclusively for Black Phoenix by Confounding Confections. Confounding Confections Hard Candies are created and wrapped by hand, using only the finest of natural ingredients.

 

All ingredients used are natural, vegan, gluten-free, and free of common allergens. Gift tins are made in the U.S.A., and are reusable and recyclable.

 

Includes 12 individually wrapped sweeties (2 oz.) packaged in a handsome 4 inch gift tin.

 

For starry-eyed lovers:

 

NYMPHIA

White rose, apple blossom, mango, cucumber, coconut, and lavender.

 

To inflame with lust:

 

MIAIPHONOS

Clove, anise, mandarin, and cumin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And also new at Black Phoenix Trading Post…

 

BLACK ROSE CANDLE

Exquisitely melancholy. The background scent to an ancient exequies. Heavy, dark and floral: a blend of roses, with a touch of amber and musk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And over at Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, Smut has returned, just in the nick of time.

 

SMUT 2013

Three swarthy, smutty musks sweetened with sugar and woozy with dark booze notes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the midst of these carnal delights, one oil slips away, unobtrusively. Effective immediately, Detox is discontinued. The Panacea imp pack has been adjusted accordingly.