Halloween Has Come To The Black Phoenix Trading Post

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Autumn has touched down at Black Phoenix Trading Post and Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, though the weather in Los Angeles still hasn’t pulled itself out of Endless Summer Mode. Though it is still in the 100’s here, we’ll be creating our own faux-autumn through our scents!

Illuminate those gloomy evenings with Trading Post’s autumn candle selection --

++ BPTP HALLOWEEN: CANDLES

$23

BLACK PINE AND PALE INCENSE

Pine needles, black pitch, and golden-red pine sap with Oman frankincense, champaca absolute, and styrax.

CHOCOLATE PUMPKIN

Belgian chocolate filled with pumpkin butter.

DEAD LEAVES AND DARK INCENSE

Fallen leaves against a backdrop of myrrh, smoky opoponax, and labdanum.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

Literally everything.

PUMPKIN TOBACCO

Dried pumpkin rind and tobacco absolute.

SAMHAIN

Truly the scent of autumn itself -- damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.


And if you’d like to really up the ante, atmosphere-wise -

++ BPTP HALLOWEEN ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

$24

BONFIRE SMOKE

Woodmoke, glowing embers, drifting ash, and the memory of bones.

CHRYSANTHEMUM TEA

A brew for the dead: dried chrysanthemum petals, black tea leaf, and black poisonwood bark sweetened with honey.

MIDNIGHT IN A SILENT GROVE

Black pine and crooked oaks draped with Spanish Moss, dimly lit by flickers of juniper.

ON HALLOWEEN

Some folk in courts for pleasure sue,
An’ some ransack the theatre:
The airy nymph is won by few;
She’s of so coy a nature.
She shuns the great bedaub’d with lace,
Intent on rural jokin
An’ spite o’ breeding, deigns to grace
A merry Airshire rockin,
Sometimes at night.

At Halloween, when fairy sprites
Perform their mystic gambols,
When ilka witch her neebour greets,
On their nocturnal rambles;
When elves at midnight-hour are seen,
Near hollow caverns sportin,
Then lads an’ lasses aft convene,
In hopes to ken their fortune,
By freets that night.

At Jennet Reid’s not long ago,
Was held an annual meeting,
Of lasses fair an’ fine also,
With charms the most inviting:
Though it was wat, an’ wondrous mirk,
It stopp’d nae kind intention;
Some sprightly youths, frae Loudon-kirk,
Did haste to the convention,
Wi’ glee that night.

The nuts upon a clean hearthstane,
Were plac’d by ane anither,
An’ some gat lads, an’ some gat nane,
Just as they bleez’d the gither.
Some sullen cooffs refuse to burn;
Bad luck can ne’er be mended;
But or they a’ had got a turn,
The pokeful nits was ended
Owre soon that night.

A candle on a stick was hung,
An’ ti’d up to the kipple:
Ilk lad an’ lass, baith auld an’ young,
Did try to catch the apple;
Which aft, in spite o’ a’ their care,
Their furious jaws escaped;
They touch’d it ay, but did nae mair,
Though greedily they gaped,
Fu’ wide that night.

The dishes then, by joint advice,
Were plac’d upon the floor;
Some stammer’d on the toom ane thrice,
In that unlucky hour.
Poor Mall maun to the garret go,
Nae rays o’ comfort meeting;
Because sae aft she’s answered no,
She’ll spend her days in greeting,
An’ ilka night.

Poor James sat trembling for his fate;
He lang had dree’d the worst o’t;
Though they had tugg’d and rugg’d till yet,
To touch the dish he durst not.
The empty bowl, before his eyes,
Replete with ills appeared;
No man nor maid could make him rise,
The consequence he feared
Sae much that night.

- Janet Little

The scent of chatty witches gossiping with neighbors at midnight: ripe red apples, honey mead, poppy seed cakes, a trickle of sweet 7-year aged patchouli, and bundles of dry herbs.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

Literally everything.

RED ROSES AND OLD BONES

A smattering of red rose petals scattered atop a pile of yellowing, ancient bones.

TREE ROOTS, FALLEN LEAVES, AND TOMB MOSS

The solemn twilight of the year.

When we say we’re going to Pumpkin Spice Everything, we aren’t joking. For your consideration, we present pumpkin’d up eschatology -

++ BPTP HALLOWEEN ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS: THE FOUR PUMPKINS OF THE APOCALYPSE

Pumpkin-Spicing the Apocalypse: the Pumpkin Patch at the End of All Things.

$24

THE GREAT PUMPKIN OF WAR

A furious scent, powerful and scorching, running red with fire and blood: pumpkin with red musk, pimento, red pepper absolute, red vetiver, rose geranium, and crushed red poppies.

THE PUMPKIN OF CONQUEST

Grey pumpkin husk and bruised violets blanketed by creeping white mycelium, black mosses, and toxic subterranean mushrooms.

DEATH ON A PALE PUMPKIN

And I looked, and behold a pale gourd: green patchouli and white pumpkin with yew berry, black cypress, white sandalwood, spectral niaouli, eycaluptus petal, and dry white mint.

THE GOURD OF DEPRIVATION

The scent of fallow fields, faraway conflagrations consuming dry, parched grasses, and crops failing under the relentless heat of a dying sun.


Submerge yourself in the scents of the season -

++ BPTP HALLOWEEN BATH OIL

$25

CHOCOLATE PUMPKIN FLUFF

Pumpkin whipped with milk chocolate syrup and dark chocolate shavings.

CACAO-DUSTED SUGAR SKULLS

White sugar and meringue sprinkled with cacao.

PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE

Graham crackery and cream cheesy! Cinnamon brown sugary! This year’s is a bit more carroty! (But not too carroty!)

PUMPKIN SMORES

Pumpkin marshmallows smushed into brown sugar-dusted graham crackers with melted chocolate and a hint of campfire smoke.


And add a touch of the macabre to your mane (fur / scales / horns) -

++ BPTP HALLOWEEN HAIR GLOSS

$30

AUTUMN LEAVES AND HAITIAN PATCHOULI

Smoke-touched and dusky.

BOO

Eerie billows of spun sugar, fluttering white cotton, and sheets of cream.

BLACK CLOVE, TOBACCO FLOWER, AND GRAVE SOIL

Siste viator.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

Literally everything.

TRICKSY

Patchouli, aquilaria aguillocha, and Manuka honey.