Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

Olen aina ollut hieman nirso tuoksujen kanssa. Luottotuoksut pysyy vuodesta toiseen ja lähinnä käytänkin rakkaitteni lahjoittamia ihania hajustepulloja sekä myskiä ja ruusuvettä, nirsoilen kovasti eritoten julkkistuoksujen hypetyksen edessä. Parfyymipullot ovat usein hyvin kauniita taideteoksia, mutta nätin pullon vuoksi kalliin hajusteen ostaminen on mielestäni hulluutta, jos tuoksu ei muuten ole maata kaatavan ihana.

On kuitenkin yksi parfyymipesä, jossa käyn ahkerasti ja kuolailen persoonallisten ja makaaberien tuoksujen perään kieli pitkällä. En voi vastustaa niiden minussa herättämiä tunnelmia, mutta tilausta en ole vielä saanut aikaiseksi, vaikka mieheni kanssa sitä koko ajan mietitäänkin. Valikoimissa on hurjasti ihanuuksia mutta hieman korkeahko hintaskaala on vielä pidätellyt meitä. Valikoimasta vain muutaman tuoksun poimiminen on sitä paitsi ihan liian vaikeaa! :>

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab tarjoaa vaihtoehtoihmisille taianomaisia hajusteita tylsän valtavirran vastapainoksi. Tuoksuista löytyy sopivia niin miehille kuin naisillekin, ja kukaan ei käske ettei niitä voisi sekoitella. Kukapa ei tahtoisi tuoksua Neil Gaimanin, Lewis Carrollin tai Edgar Allan Poen hahmoilta? Egyptiläiset jumalat, muinaiset hirviöt ja herkät keijukaiset vilahtavat yhtiön kokoelmissa, jopa Cthulhun muinaisen mädän tuoksun tai Alicen taikapullon liemen herkullisen maun saa ostoskoria klikkaamalla omakseen! Tässä pari herkullista esimerkkiä:

DRINK ME

There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, ('which certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say 'Drink me,' but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. 'No, I'll look first,' she said, 'and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.

However, this bottle was not marked 'poison,' so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.
BPAL’s Drink Me is not for drinking. Please use common sense, and remember: perfume oils are for external use only.

WHITE RABBIT
Strong black tea and milk with white pepper, ginger, honey and vanilla, spilled over the crisp scent of clean linen.   
GLUTTONY

Thick, sugared and bloated with sweetness. Dark chocolate, vanilla, buttercream, and hops with pralines, hazelnut, toffee and caramel.

ABSINTHE

Fall under the spell of our Green Fairy! An intoxicating blend containing wormwood essence, light mints, cardamom, anise, hyssop, and the barest hint of lemon. 

BLACK CAT

A very tricky kitty, indeed. Used most often as a key to bringing back the joy one needs to have in life in order for living to feel worthwhile. Brings back a sense of delight in simple pleasures, and creates a surge of childlike curiosity and a youthful sense of fun. This blend can also be used to reverse troublesome lesser crossings, create a playful air of catlike sexuality, and, because cats will be cats, it can also be used to throw minor, irritating or bothersome hexes, causing small amounts of chaos and disruption to your foes.

ULALUME

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Starry white lilies lend an eerie brightness to the deep black wooded scents of cypress and oak, layered with a touch of crushed dried leaves and the faintest aquatic note.. 

CTHULHU
If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings... It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence...
A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.