[BPAL] Swaplist, Wishlist & likes/dislikes - updated 11-Mar-08
Note to self: It's bad when LJ tells you 'Error: post too large' with regards to your BPAL post & you have to split it into two...
Available for swap/sale:
Limited Editions still 'live'
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewLupercalia 2008: THE FLOWER SONGPomegranate wine, lotus root, river reeds, hyssop, and barley. Here
Discontinued/Limited Edition:
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewDisc: Celestials (decant): PlutoCOVERT OPERATIONS - ENIGMAS - DEFIANCE - PSYCHOANALYSIS - TERROR - ANONYMITY - IMMORTALITY - SADISM - TRANSFORMATION - THE UNKNOWN - DISCOVERY OF ERROR - DETECTION OF INJUSTICE Here
Disc: The Salon: Dogs Playing Poker: New Year in Dogsville (decant)Flirty perfume, dapper cologne, and effervescent champagne. Here
Disc: The Salon: Dogs Playing Poker: Riding the GoatA rich Masonic incense coupled with mahogany wood, ebony, and pipe smoke. Here
Disc: The Salon: Dogs Playing Poker: Stranger in CampEvergreen, damp grass, woodsmoke, birch bark, cedar, and Terebinth pine. Here
LE (Anniversary): Purple PhoenixPorphyrogenitus, indeed; we worked for it! Not simply the color of royalty, purple is also the color of sorrow and mourning, reconciliation and forgiveness. A regal, majestic, and somber blend of myrrh, plum blossom, African violet, cognac, fig, orris, lilac, wisteria, black plum, and Burgundy wine grapes. Here
LE: A Little Lunacy: Roux-Ga-Roux (Jan07)Just in time for Lent, cher! A native of Louisiana, this Cajun lycanthrope stalks the swamps, forests, and fields of Acadiana and New Orleans in search of prey. It is believed that if one breaks Lent by failing to give alms, fast, or pray for seven years in a row, she will be God-cursed, and will transform into this snarling beast at every sunset, a slave to her desperate, mindless hunger until dawn. Spanish moss, swamp jessamine, bog water, cypress, hickory wood, lobelia, sweet flag, wisteria, and marsh milkweed. Here
LE: Ides of March 07The Ides marked an auspicious time in the Roman calendar. Depending on the month in question, the Ides fell on the thirteenth or fifteenth, and usually marked the Full Moon. As we all know, it was not an auspicious day for Julius Caesar, nor was it fortuitous for H.P. Lovecraft, who also met his maker on this infamous day. Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi! A mixture of springtime greenery and classical Roman cologne: rosemary, bergamot, lemon rind and vervain with costus, benzoin, gray amber, cardamom, white narcissus and iris.
LE: A Little Lunacy: RED MOON '07Our blend for this Moon mixes traditional lunar oils with the warmth of amber, red musk, and heliotrope, the russet haze of dragon's blood resin, sunflower, and crushed orange peel, with a dusting of summertime herbs: chamomile, rue, elder flower and marigold. Here
Unimpables
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewGood Omens: WAR [decant]Red ginger, black spices, patchouli, honeysuckle, and three blood-soaked red musks. Here
General Catalogue:
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewArs Draconis: Dragon's HeartA scent pulsing with vitality, warmth and insurmountable strength: dragon's blood resin, red and black musks, a throb of fig and a sliver of black currant Here.
Bewitching Brews: ScherezadeA master storyteller who possessed unfailing courage and compassion, a sharp, quick wit, and a true understanding of human nature. Saffron and Middle Eastern spices swirled through sensual red musk. Here
Excolo: Old ScratchOld Nick, the Devil himself, as seen through the eyes of Victorian New England. A jaunty, dapper scent, deceptively gentile: a lavender fougere with tonka, amber, rosewood and a whiff of diabolical patchouli. Here
Funereal Oils: Dance of Death:A gloriously elegant representation of Lady Death. Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh. Here
Ars Moriendi/Funereal Oils: Danse MacabreAn allegorical expression of the ineffable, indisputable triumph of death, generally expressed in medieval artwork as a violin or flute-wielding skeleton leading a procession of dancers to their graves. Black cypress with oakmoss, frankincense, oude, and a sliver of toasted hazelnut. Here
Mad Tea Party: The CaterpillarHeavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver. Here
Picnic in Arkham: R'lyehPh'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. The sunken city of the Great God Cthulhu. A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves. Here
Sins & Salvation: Dirty:A wonderful antidote to an all-nighter oozing with drunken, addled perversion and debauchery. A fresh, crisp white linen scent: perfectly clean, perfectly breezy. Here
Sin & Salvation: MaledictionEvil incarnate. Revel in your dark side with this romantically cruel scent. Contains red patchouli and vetivert. Here
Wanderlust: DanubeRhododendron and bellflower petals swirl through deep, cool, dark aquatic notes. Here
Wanderlust: ManhattanSexuality, power, confidence. A meeting of modern, sleek elegance and rich, passionate history: sheer amber, black leather, white mint, lemon peel, white tea, grapefruit, kush, teakwood and orchid. Here
Excolo: SOPHIAThe Gnostic goddess of Wisdom. A solemn, deeply profound draught of lavender, soft musks, star jasmine, black rose, delphinium, and gentle spice.Here
Sniffies:
Empty bottle of SOL (Discontinued: Celestial)
Empty decant of Typhon (Discontinued.
Current wish list - correct as of 15-03-08:
Not presently looking as such, because I have so many already yet to try/on order - but I do want to grab an imp of the Neptune oil from the discontinued Celestial oils if one's looking like it needs a home, because I was too slow to get the complete set.
Imps that I liked but sadly broke were Loup Garou & Phobos. May try to pick them up again if I get a chance, but I'll probably go for stuff I've never tried before by preference, since I mixed Loup Garou into a pot of moisturiser & Phobos into an oil-and-salt body scrub, so I haven't completely lost them, even if I can't wear them as perfume!
Most recent GC Wishlist (needs overhauling to compare against any notes I've become more/less sure about wanting to try, although it's accurate in the sense that I haven't tried any of them!):
Bewitching Brews:
BLOOD
A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon's blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.
LIGHTNING
Lightning slashing the midnight skies over the endless reaches of the ocean. The electric tang of ozone, marine notes, and a drop of sharp rain.
TEMPEST
A crisp ozone-tinged breeze. The scent of the first gentle rain before the storm.
Sin & Salvation:
GLUTTONY
Thick, sugared and bloated with sweetness. Dark chocolate, vanilla, buttercream, and hops with pralines, hazelnut, toffee and caramel. [NB: reviews keep mentioning coffee....]
WRATH
A scent aflame with rage, swirling in the red haze of hatred: dragon's blood spiked with black pepper, clove, and cinnamon.
SIN
Thoroughly corrupted: amber, sandalwood, black patchouli and cinnamon.
Love Potions:
BATHSHEBA
The Seventh Daughter, Daughter of the Oath. She was King David’s lover, and the mother of King Solomon. Her scent is breathtakingly lovely, exotic and powerfully sensual in its innocence: carnation, sensual plum, and Arabian musk.
DEBAUCHERY
A sinful, licentious scent: self-indulgent and luxurious. Mingled heady civet and red Egyptian musk, thickened with opium.
O
The scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.
FASCINUM (new)
Hic habitat felicitas! The penis was a potent and popular symbol of good fortune, strength, power, and fertility in ancient Rome. Images of phalluses adorned Roman homes and shops, bringing the positive energy that the symbol represents into the lives of the inhabitants.
Golden amber, golden musk, litsea cubeba, cedar, and saffron.
LOVE'S TORMENTS (new)
Love's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long my desert breast,
And nestled in its vacancy.
White sandalwood, neroli, and vetiver.
Diabolus:
BLOODLUST
A fiery Martial blend that embodies primal rage, lust for conquest, and all-encompassing desire. Dragon's blood essence, heavy red musk, Indonesian patchouli and swarthy vetiver with a drop of cinnamon.
Illyria:
IAGO
Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver.
LEAR
A regal, commanding scent, but poignant. White cedarwood, blue sage and bay leaf.
Ars Draconis:
DRAGON'S BLOOD
Powerful, commanding, blazing with strength.
DRAGON'S HIDE
Flame-kissed, warm, smooth, and highly protective. Dragon’s blood, leather and a hint of smoke.
Rappaccini’s Garden:
SLOBBERING PINE
Dewy, wet, whiplike and sticky.
A Picnic in Arkham - I managed to utterly miss this on my previous list!:
AZATHOTH
The Daemon Sultan, Seething Nuclear Chaos
...that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity -- the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.
Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.
MISKATONIC UNIVERSITY
A venerable New England university, whose vast library holds many rare, diabolical and obscure arcane works, including one of the few surviving legitimate copies of the Necronomicon. Home to innumerable scholars of the esoteric and the occult, and the notorious Dr. Herbert West.
The scent of Irish coffee, dusty tomes and polished oakwood halls.
THE MUSIC OF ERICH ZAHN
Louder and louder, wilder and wilder, mounted the shrieking and whining of that desperate viol. The player was dripping with an uncanny perspiration and twisted like a monkey, always looking frantically at the curtained window. In his frenzied strains I could almost see shadowy satyrs and bacchanals dancing and whirling insanely through seething abysses of clouds and smoke and lightning. And then I thought I heard a shriller, steadier note that was not from the viol; a calm, deliberate, purposeful, mocking note from far away in the West.
A ghoulish and tortured scent, suffused with the blackness of space illimitable: ajowan, vetiver, black musk, opoponax, mimosa, and tamarind. [NB: OMG - Vetiver, musk, tarmarind? Must have!]
SHUB-NIGGURATH
Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, the All-Mother and wife of the Not-to-Be-Named-One.
The lust incense of a corrupted Astarte. A blend of ritual herbs and dark resins, shot through with three gingers and aphrodisiacal spices. [NB: Gingersnaps, according to reviews!]
Excolo:
KALI
Kali, the Black One, is the fearless Goddess of Destruction, Creation, Energy [in her Shakti aspect] and Dissolution. Also named Kaliratri [Black Night] and Kalikamata [Black Earth-Mother], she is the fiercest aspect of Devi, the supreme mother goddess. Kali is a protector Goddess, the destroyer of evil spirits and guardian of the faithful. She, along with her consort Shiva, represent the unending cycle of death and birth, sexual union, creation and destruction. Kali annihilates ignorance, maintains the natural order of the world, and blesses those who strive for spiritual awareness and knowledge of true holiness with infinite tenderness and motherly love. The constant, unending Work of Creation is called the "The Play of Kali". This perfume is a blend of the sacred blooms of cassia, hibiscus, musk rose, Himalayan wild tulip, lotus and osmanthus swirled with offertory dark chocolate, red wine, tobacco, balsam and honey.
OYA
Lady of the Wind, Goddess of the Nine Skirts, the Lady of War, the Bearded Amazon, the Thundermaiden. Beautiful, tempestuous, elegant and graceful, She is the fury of the hurricane, the breath in our lungs, the air that cools us, the breeze that chills us, the winds that blow seeds that fertilize the land, the winds that pass disease throughout villages and townships, the moan of the wind within the cemetery, and the fury of the tempest that tears the landscape asunder. Oya is the sweeping wind of change and upheaval, She is revolution and progress, and She forces the destruction of old ideals while sweeping away our useless baggage; the broom is a symbol of Her force for change. As the Mistress that commands hurricanes, cyclones, and tornados, she tears down that which is old and decaying, compelling Her children to begin building anew. In Her hands She holds a mask, as Her presence is most often felt and not seen, and none have seen Oya’s true face. She is the moment at which the seasons change, the transition from life to death, and as the Lady of the Cemetery, it is to Her that we commit our final breath. Her closest friend is Iku, the Orisha of Death, and it is their responsibility to see to it that the natural order remains undisturbed. Once a man’s final breath is expelled, Oya takes it to Iku, who brings the spirit to the cemetery gates and then to its next passage. One of her symbols is the bed, as nightly we imitate death in sleep. Because of her close relationship with Death, the Goddess is very close to the Egungun, the spirits of our ancestors. Oya is the Goddess of the Marketplace in which fortunes and goods spin in a never-ending whirlwind of exchange, change, and flux. She is the wind that precedes the thunderstorm, and it is in this that She is seen as Shango’s companion and partner in battle, and without Oya, there is little that Shango can accomplish. She fans the fires of Shango’s blazes, and is the forked lightning that touches the treetops. Proud and willful, Oya is also a Goddess of War. Her wrath is so terrible and so devastating that none may behold her rage and survive. Oya has nine children and nine colors, and her symbols are weathervanes, windmills, kites, balloons, propeller planes, wind instruments, pinwheels, two naked swords, and buffalo horns. Oya’s ofrenda is a Nigerian potion of love and war, sweetened by darkest plum. Oya winiwini!
Discontinued (Hah!)
- The Devil
- Ace of Swords
Bottle wishlist:
Snake Oil $15
Fenris Wolf $15
Loviatar $15
Crowley $25 (good omens)
Death Adder $20 snake pit/carnivale diabolique
Men ringing Bell with Penises (before 23-03-08!) $27.50
Spell of Amorous Love? (before 23-03-08!) $27.50
Likes: Musks & ambers/incenses, woods (sandalwood, rosewood, cedar, juniper...) vetiver, patchouli, dragon's blood. Citruses in moderation, spices if not too sweet. POssibly aquatics, still figuring out how I feel about them - but if I do like them, it's the dark/deep actual aquatics: not freaky evil grapefruit or shedloads of flowers /claiming/ to be watery! 'Masculine' & 'unisex' perfumes (my skin amps sweetness, so I've yet to find one that doesn't turn nicely feminine when applied to me). Definite weakness for shapeshifter/supernatural, Oscar Wilde & Neil Gaiman inspired scents, although they may not always work on me.
Dislikes: Florals (rose, jasmine & violet are definite no-nos), overly-sweet spices/foody scents. Light-weight aquatics (they're usually full of 'subtle' florals that go bananas on me). Blackberry (turns to Teenybop VeryBerryBodyspray on me). 'Feminine' scents (if I'm lucky, these just go too sweet after they warm up on me - often, they turn to soap/powder or worse still, Rabid Granny). Please also see my previously tried & swapped list!
Available for swap/sale:
Limited Editions still 'live'
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewLupercalia 2008: THE FLOWER SONGPomegranate wine, lotus root, river reeds, hyssop, and barley. Here
Discontinued/Limited Edition:
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewDisc: Celestials (decant): PlutoCOVERT OPERATIONS - ENIGMAS - DEFIANCE - PSYCHOANALYSIS - TERROR - ANONYMITY - IMMORTALITY - SADISM - TRANSFORMATION - THE UNKNOWN - DISCOVERY OF ERROR - DETECTION OF INJUSTICE Here
Disc: The Salon: Dogs Playing Poker: New Year in Dogsville (decant)Flirty perfume, dapper cologne, and effervescent champagne. Here
Disc: The Salon: Dogs Playing Poker: Riding the GoatA rich Masonic incense coupled with mahogany wood, ebony, and pipe smoke. Here
Disc: The Salon: Dogs Playing Poker: Stranger in CampEvergreen, damp grass, woodsmoke, birch bark, cedar, and Terebinth pine. Here
LE (Anniversary): Purple PhoenixPorphyrogenitus, indeed; we worked for it! Not simply the color of royalty, purple is also the color of sorrow and mourning, reconciliation and forgiveness. A regal, majestic, and somber blend of myrrh, plum blossom, African violet, cognac, fig, orris, lilac, wisteria, black plum, and Burgundy wine grapes. Here
LE: A Little Lunacy: Roux-Ga-Roux (Jan07)Just in time for Lent, cher! A native of Louisiana, this Cajun lycanthrope stalks the swamps, forests, and fields of Acadiana and New Orleans in search of prey. It is believed that if one breaks Lent by failing to give alms, fast, or pray for seven years in a row, she will be God-cursed, and will transform into this snarling beast at every sunset, a slave to her desperate, mindless hunger until dawn. Spanish moss, swamp jessamine, bog water, cypress, hickory wood, lobelia, sweet flag, wisteria, and marsh milkweed. Here
LE: Ides of March 07The Ides marked an auspicious time in the Roman calendar. Depending on the month in question, the Ides fell on the thirteenth or fifteenth, and usually marked the Full Moon. As we all know, it was not an auspicious day for Julius Caesar, nor was it fortuitous for H.P. Lovecraft, who also met his maker on this infamous day. Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi! A mixture of springtime greenery and classical Roman cologne: rosemary, bergamot, lemon rind and vervain with costus, benzoin, gray amber, cardamom, white narcissus and iris.
LE: A Little Lunacy: RED MOON '07Our blend for this Moon mixes traditional lunar oils with the warmth of amber, red musk, and heliotrope, the russet haze of dragon's blood resin, sunflower, and crushed orange peel, with a dusting of summertime herbs: chamomile, rue, elder flower and marigold. Here
Unimpables
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewGood Omens: WAR [decant]Red ginger, black spices, patchouli, honeysuckle, and three blood-soaked red musks. Here
General Catalogue:
Name & Link to ForumDescriptionLink to my reviewArs Draconis: Dragon's HeartA scent pulsing with vitality, warmth and insurmountable strength: dragon's blood resin, red and black musks, a throb of fig and a sliver of black currant Here.
Bewitching Brews: ScherezadeA master storyteller who possessed unfailing courage and compassion, a sharp, quick wit, and a true understanding of human nature. Saffron and Middle Eastern spices swirled through sensual red musk. Here
Excolo: Old ScratchOld Nick, the Devil himself, as seen through the eyes of Victorian New England. A jaunty, dapper scent, deceptively gentile: a lavender fougere with tonka, amber, rosewood and a whiff of diabolical patchouli. Here
Funereal Oils: Dance of Death:A gloriously elegant representation of Lady Death. Dry, bone-white orris, black musk, serpentine patchouli and our murkiest myrrh. Here
Ars Moriendi/Funereal Oils: Danse MacabreAn allegorical expression of the ineffable, indisputable triumph of death, generally expressed in medieval artwork as a violin or flute-wielding skeleton leading a procession of dancers to their graves. Black cypress with oakmoss, frankincense, oude, and a sliver of toasted hazelnut. Here
Mad Tea Party: The CaterpillarHeavy incense notes waft lazily through a mix of carnation, jasmine, bergamot, and neroli over a lush bed of dark mosses, iris blossom, deep patchouli and indolent vetiver. Here
Picnic in Arkham: R'lyehPh'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. The sunken city of the Great God Cthulhu. A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves. Here
Sins & Salvation: Dirty:A wonderful antidote to an all-nighter oozing with drunken, addled perversion and debauchery. A fresh, crisp white linen scent: perfectly clean, perfectly breezy. Here
Sin & Salvation: MaledictionEvil incarnate. Revel in your dark side with this romantically cruel scent. Contains red patchouli and vetivert. Here
Wanderlust: DanubeRhododendron and bellflower petals swirl through deep, cool, dark aquatic notes. Here
Wanderlust: ManhattanSexuality, power, confidence. A meeting of modern, sleek elegance and rich, passionate history: sheer amber, black leather, white mint, lemon peel, white tea, grapefruit, kush, teakwood and orchid. Here
Excolo: SOPHIAThe Gnostic goddess of Wisdom. A solemn, deeply profound draught of lavender, soft musks, star jasmine, black rose, delphinium, and gentle spice.Here
Sniffies:
Empty bottle of SOL (Discontinued: Celestial)
Empty decant of Typhon (Discontinued.
Current wish list - correct as of 15-03-08:
Not presently looking as such, because I have so many already yet to try/on order - but I do want to grab an imp of the Neptune oil from the discontinued Celestial oils if one's looking like it needs a home, because I was too slow to get the complete set.
Imps that I liked but sadly broke were Loup Garou & Phobos. May try to pick them up again if I get a chance, but I'll probably go for stuff I've never tried before by preference, since I mixed Loup Garou into a pot of moisturiser & Phobos into an oil-and-salt body scrub, so I haven't completely lost them, even if I can't wear them as perfume!
Most recent GC Wishlist (needs overhauling to compare against any notes I've become more/less sure about wanting to try, although it's accurate in the sense that I haven't tried any of them!):
Bewitching Brews:
BLOOD
A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon's blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.
LIGHTNING
Lightning slashing the midnight skies over the endless reaches of the ocean. The electric tang of ozone, marine notes, and a drop of sharp rain.
TEMPEST
A crisp ozone-tinged breeze. The scent of the first gentle rain before the storm.
Sin & Salvation:
GLUTTONY
Thick, sugared and bloated with sweetness. Dark chocolate, vanilla, buttercream, and hops with pralines, hazelnut, toffee and caramel. [NB: reviews keep mentioning coffee....]
WRATH
A scent aflame with rage, swirling in the red haze of hatred: dragon's blood spiked with black pepper, clove, and cinnamon.
SIN
Thoroughly corrupted: amber, sandalwood, black patchouli and cinnamon.
Love Potions:
BATHSHEBA
The Seventh Daughter, Daughter of the Oath. She was King David’s lover, and the mother of King Solomon. Her scent is breathtakingly lovely, exotic and powerfully sensual in its innocence: carnation, sensual plum, and Arabian musk.
DEBAUCHERY
A sinful, licentious scent: self-indulgent and luxurious. Mingled heady civet and red Egyptian musk, thickened with opium.
O
The scent of sexual obsession, slavery to sensual pleasure, and the undercurrent of innocence defiled utterly. Amber and honey with a touch of vanilla.
FASCINUM (new)
Hic habitat felicitas! The penis was a potent and popular symbol of good fortune, strength, power, and fertility in ancient Rome. Images of phalluses adorned Roman homes and shops, bringing the positive energy that the symbol represents into the lives of the inhabitants.
Golden amber, golden musk, litsea cubeba, cedar, and saffron.
LOVE'S TORMENTS (new)
Love's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long my desert breast,
And nestled in its vacancy.
White sandalwood, neroli, and vetiver.
Diabolus:
BLOODLUST
A fiery Martial blend that embodies primal rage, lust for conquest, and all-encompassing desire. Dragon's blood essence, heavy red musk, Indonesian patchouli and swarthy vetiver with a drop of cinnamon.
Illyria:
IAGO
Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver.
LEAR
A regal, commanding scent, but poignant. White cedarwood, blue sage and bay leaf.
Ars Draconis:
DRAGON'S BLOOD
Powerful, commanding, blazing with strength.
DRAGON'S HIDE
Flame-kissed, warm, smooth, and highly protective. Dragon’s blood, leather and a hint of smoke.
Rappaccini’s Garden:
SLOBBERING PINE
Dewy, wet, whiplike and sticky.
A Picnic in Arkham - I managed to utterly miss this on my previous list!:
AZATHOTH
The Daemon Sultan, Seething Nuclear Chaos
...that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity -- the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.
Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.
MISKATONIC UNIVERSITY
A venerable New England university, whose vast library holds many rare, diabolical and obscure arcane works, including one of the few surviving legitimate copies of the Necronomicon. Home to innumerable scholars of the esoteric and the occult, and the notorious Dr. Herbert West.
The scent of Irish coffee, dusty tomes and polished oakwood halls.
THE MUSIC OF ERICH ZAHN
Louder and louder, wilder and wilder, mounted the shrieking and whining of that desperate viol. The player was dripping with an uncanny perspiration and twisted like a monkey, always looking frantically at the curtained window. In his frenzied strains I could almost see shadowy satyrs and bacchanals dancing and whirling insanely through seething abysses of clouds and smoke and lightning. And then I thought I heard a shriller, steadier note that was not from the viol; a calm, deliberate, purposeful, mocking note from far away in the West.
A ghoulish and tortured scent, suffused with the blackness of space illimitable: ajowan, vetiver, black musk, opoponax, mimosa, and tamarind. [NB: OMG - Vetiver, musk, tarmarind? Must have!]
SHUB-NIGGURATH
Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, the All-Mother and wife of the Not-to-Be-Named-One.
The lust incense of a corrupted Astarte. A blend of ritual herbs and dark resins, shot through with three gingers and aphrodisiacal spices. [NB: Gingersnaps, according to reviews!]
Excolo:
KALI
Kali, the Black One, is the fearless Goddess of Destruction, Creation, Energy [in her Shakti aspect] and Dissolution. Also named Kaliratri [Black Night] and Kalikamata [Black Earth-Mother], she is the fiercest aspect of Devi, the supreme mother goddess. Kali is a protector Goddess, the destroyer of evil spirits and guardian of the faithful. She, along with her consort Shiva, represent the unending cycle of death and birth, sexual union, creation and destruction. Kali annihilates ignorance, maintains the natural order of the world, and blesses those who strive for spiritual awareness and knowledge of true holiness with infinite tenderness and motherly love. The constant, unending Work of Creation is called the "The Play of Kali". This perfume is a blend of the sacred blooms of cassia, hibiscus, musk rose, Himalayan wild tulip, lotus and osmanthus swirled with offertory dark chocolate, red wine, tobacco, balsam and honey.
OYA
Lady of the Wind, Goddess of the Nine Skirts, the Lady of War, the Bearded Amazon, the Thundermaiden. Beautiful, tempestuous, elegant and graceful, She is the fury of the hurricane, the breath in our lungs, the air that cools us, the breeze that chills us, the winds that blow seeds that fertilize the land, the winds that pass disease throughout villages and townships, the moan of the wind within the cemetery, and the fury of the tempest that tears the landscape asunder. Oya is the sweeping wind of change and upheaval, She is revolution and progress, and She forces the destruction of old ideals while sweeping away our useless baggage; the broom is a symbol of Her force for change. As the Mistress that commands hurricanes, cyclones, and tornados, she tears down that which is old and decaying, compelling Her children to begin building anew. In Her hands She holds a mask, as Her presence is most often felt and not seen, and none have seen Oya’s true face. She is the moment at which the seasons change, the transition from life to death, and as the Lady of the Cemetery, it is to Her that we commit our final breath. Her closest friend is Iku, the Orisha of Death, and it is their responsibility to see to it that the natural order remains undisturbed. Once a man’s final breath is expelled, Oya takes it to Iku, who brings the spirit to the cemetery gates and then to its next passage. One of her symbols is the bed, as nightly we imitate death in sleep. Because of her close relationship with Death, the Goddess is very close to the Egungun, the spirits of our ancestors. Oya is the Goddess of the Marketplace in which fortunes and goods spin in a never-ending whirlwind of exchange, change, and flux. She is the wind that precedes the thunderstorm, and it is in this that She is seen as Shango’s companion and partner in battle, and without Oya, there is little that Shango can accomplish. She fans the fires of Shango’s blazes, and is the forked lightning that touches the treetops. Proud and willful, Oya is also a Goddess of War. Her wrath is so terrible and so devastating that none may behold her rage and survive. Oya has nine children and nine colors, and her symbols are weathervanes, windmills, kites, balloons, propeller planes, wind instruments, pinwheels, two naked swords, and buffalo horns. Oya’s ofrenda is a Nigerian potion of love and war, sweetened by darkest plum. Oya winiwini!
Discontinued (Hah!)
- The Devil
- Ace of Swords
Bottle wishlist:
Snake Oil $15
Fenris Wolf $15
Loviatar $15
Crowley $25 (good omens)
Death Adder $20 snake pit/carnivale diabolique
Men ringing Bell with Penises (before 23-03-08!) $27.50
Spell of Amorous Love? (before 23-03-08!) $27.50
Likes: Musks & ambers/incenses, woods (sandalwood, rosewood, cedar, juniper...) vetiver, patchouli, dragon's blood. Citruses in moderation, spices if not too sweet. POssibly aquatics, still figuring out how I feel about them - but if I do like them, it's the dark/deep actual aquatics: not freaky evil grapefruit or shedloads of flowers /claiming/ to be watery! 'Masculine' & 'unisex' perfumes (my skin amps sweetness, so I've yet to find one that doesn't turn nicely feminine when applied to me). Definite weakness for shapeshifter/supernatural, Oscar Wilde & Neil Gaiman inspired scents, although they may not always work on me.
Dislikes: Florals (rose, jasmine & violet are definite no-nos), overly-sweet spices/foody scents. Light-weight aquatics (they're usually full of 'subtle' florals that go bananas on me). Blackberry (turns to Teenybop VeryBerryBodyspray on me). 'Feminine' scents (if I'm lucky, these just go too sweet after they warm up on me - often, they turn to soap/powder or worse still, Rabid Granny). Please also see my previously tried & swapped list!