I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it when the next thing he espies
May be the lady: thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond on her than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.
The Shakespearean Collection.
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s olfactory paean to Shakespeare’s body of work.
The embodiment of Classic masculinity. A warrior’s scent: the green hills and grasses of the battlefields, the resinous incense from the prayers to his Gods, and a touch of the musky leather of his armor. Ambergris and frankincense with sage, and basil.
In the Imp: Greenery, Incense, and Leather.
On Me: Sage and Frankincense very skin close. Where’s the Leather?
On My Son: Here it is. Can you please take it?
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
The scent of the salty seas, bittersweet wine, palm and tropical ferns.
In the Imp: Worst Pirate Island ever. There’s communion wine instead of Rum.
On Me: Wine Casks on a deserted island.
On My Son: *being cheeky* [Captain Jack Sparrow]Why’s the Rum Gone?[/Captain Jack Sparrow]
((Hey, sharing is caring.))
The essence of faith, love and devotion: lilac, lemon, green tea, wisteria, osmanthus, white cedar, and Chinese musk.
In the Imp: Lilacs and citrus tea.
On Me: Citrus Tea and florals with a hint of Cedar.
On My Son: I’m scared. Too much flowery stuff. Maybe later?
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
Rose amber, calla lily, night-blooming jasmine, water lily,
In the Imp: Hot house flowers.
On Me: So Lilies! Much Love!(Kiddo and TROLLCAT both are glowering at me for the Doge nod.)
On My Son: Nope. Nope. Nope.
**Indulgent scents were acquired from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab by me or our friends. Reviews are thanks and appreciation.**