General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Mad Tea Party Pt. III

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Come whiffing through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

An earthy yet buoyant scent: pine, eucalyptus and orange.

In the Imp: Green Pine Needles everywhere.
On Me: Fresh Pine Needles crunching underfoot.
On My Son: It’s almost like Valhalla’s 540 Doors, but less Christmas.

King of Hearts
‘How do you like the Queen?’ said the Cat in a low voice.

‘Not at all,’ said Alice: ‘she’s so extremely–‘ Just then she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so she went on, ‘–likely to win, that it’s hardly worth while finishing the game.’

The Queen smiled and passed on.

‘Who ARE you talking to?’ said the King, going up to Alice, and looking at the Cat’s head with great curiosity.

‘It’s a friend of mine–a Cheshire Cat,’ said Alice: ‘allow me to introduce it.’

‘I don’t like the look of it at all,’ said the King: ‘however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.’

‘I’d rather not,’ the Cat remarked.

‘Don’t be impertinent,’ said the King, ‘and don’t look at me like that!’ He got behind Alice as he spoke.

‘A cat may look at a king,’ said Alice. ‘I’ve read that in some book, but I don’t remember where.’

‘Well, it must be removed,’ said the King very decidedly, and he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, ‘My dear! I wish you would have this cat removed!’

The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small.

‘-Off with his head!’ she said, without even looking round.

‘I’ll fetch the executioner myself,’ said the King eagerly, and he hurried off.

Rosewood and black cherry with white musk, red rose, red musk and a spark of lavender.

In the Imp: Cherry Wood and Rose.
On Me: It reminds me of Blood Kiss, but with Lavender instead of Dragon’s Blood…pretty! No Rose though. Boo!
…aaand then the Musks stomp all over me, and to add insult to injury, here comes the MLP Butt Rose brigade. *sulks*
On My Son: Ooh, Nicely sweet woods and a bit of sweet Cherry and some Lavender to keep it from being too girly with the Rose in it.

Knave of Hearts
‘Herald, read the accusation!’ said the King.

On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:–

‘The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!’

Crushed roses and blackcurrant tarts.

In the Imp: As described.
On Me: Oooh, Peacock Queen and lovely jammy Currant pastries.
On My Son: *laughs nervously* Here goes…again. Oh! It’s like that Blackcurrant donut smell you have, and a bit of Grandma’s Summer garden smells. So much better now!
(He tried this years ago, and wasn’t a huge fan, but because of AiW, I kept it for later.)

The Lion
The dry, glorious warmth of the Savannah. A golden, spiced amber, proud, regal and ferocious.

In the Imp: Warm Golden Amber
On Me: Hay and Spiced Amber. Maybe Ambergris?
On My Son: It reminds me of this sugary Egyptian Musk Mom used to have on a purple ceramic butterfly in her bedroom window back home.

Me: You couldn’t possibly remember that! You had to gave been about two. Nevermind, your memory is amazing, so I believe it.
It was Egyptian Musk, Sugared Amber, and Dandelion perfume that I made in this neat shop at the mall long gone, Garden Botanica. You were given paper strips to drip oil on with these glass wands stuck in blown glass bottles of oils to waft in front of your nose, then a dram vial and three pipettes. You put in as much of each oil you liked to about halfway, then they filled it with a carrier, capped and mixed it, creating your own oil perfume. It was a lot of fun. I made an ounce of that over the course of two months, and I actually still have a good bit of it because it’s super strong.






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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Mad Tea Party Pt. II

Happy Hearts day everyone!  Hope it’s full of happy!–Tiny Human!


‘Get to your places!’ shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game began. Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed.

We have some trouble managing our flamingos, too. Pink lime, pink grapefruit, white nectarine, wild rose, sage, woody patchouli, bergamot, and ornery hedgehog musk.

In the Imp: Playful Citrus and flowers with a hint of green.
On Me: This is Citrusy fruity fun.
On My Son: This one is Fuzzy too! Lots of juicy fruit too. Guess they fed the Hedgehog.
Me: (T-T) Why are you getting all the Fuzzy smells?

The Dodo
‘In that case,’ said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, ‘I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies –’

‘Speak English!’ said the Eaglet. ‘I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!’ And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some of the other birds tittered audibly.

‘What I was going to say,’ said the Dodo in an offended tone, ‘was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.’

‘What is a Caucus-race?’ said Alice; not that she wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that somebody ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.

‘Why,’ said the Dodo, ‘the best way to explain it is to do it.’ (And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)

First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, (‘the exact shape doesn’t matter,’ it said,) and then all the party were placed along the course, here and there. There was no ‘One, two, three, and away,’ but they began running when they liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called out ‘The race is over!’ and they all crowded round it, panting, and asking, ‘But who has won?’

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, ‘everybody has won, and all must have prizes.’

Red musk, lemon peel, sugar cane, cassia, white sandalwood, mango, and agarwood.

In the Imp: Exotic woods shot through with tropical fruit and Spices
On Me: Spicy woods soaked through with Mango Lemonade
On My Son: Mango Nectar on my Cousins Deck in the Summer, Neighbours burning Incense.

The Dormouse
A dizzying eddy of four teas brushed with light herbs and a breath of peony

In the Imp: Tea and delicate Pink Peonies.
On Me: Fresh-cut Peonies and steeping tea in the teapots.
On My Son: Like visiting GGO and drinking the Tea she made in her glass pot smelling the neighbours Peonies in bloom.  Then she gives me a few cut ones for Mom and GGO.
Me: I can’t believe you remember that!

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.

In the Imp: Cherry Pineapple Cheesecake and Toffee
On Me: It’s like Beaver Moon past and future. Delicious. As it warms up, I get English Toffee. I kinda like this.
On My Son: It’s like those Beaver Moon Lunacy’s with Coffee.
Me: (T-T)Why’s it always smell better on you?

Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words ‘EAT ME’ were beautifully marked in currants.

‘Well, I’ll eat it,’ said Alice, ‘and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’t care which happens!’

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, ‘Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

Three white cakes, vanilla, and red and black currants.

BPAL’s Eat Me is not for eating. Please use common sense, and remember: perfume oils are for external use only.

In the Imp: Fruity cake.
On Me: Like the Soul-Cakes from All Souls minus the incense.
On My Son: Birthday Cake with Vanilla Icing, and bowl of berries we picked at my friends house… Which is funny, because there was lots of snow.
Me: That’s because we had a warmer than average Winter that year, and he let them go to feed the Birds, and a Bowlful for the Birthday Boy.






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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Mad Tea Party Pt. I

Welcome, welcome everyone!

Here my darling 12+2 will be leading these reviews, as the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party from Alice in Wonderland is rivaled only by Sherlock Holmes for favourite at storytime, and these scents are dear, if not always near.

Hope you enjoy yourselves as we check our watches and follow dear Alice Down the Rabbit Hole…

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

The Dodgson Collection.

Scents inspired by the madness of Alice’s sojourns to Wonderland.

More Mad Tea Party wares are available via the Trading Post.

Curiouser and curiouser. Milk and honey with rose, carnation and bergamot.

In the Imp: Yummy Earl Grey Tea and Carnations
On Me: Carnations so pretty and fresh, with a backdrop of creamy tea.
On My Son: Mom’s Milk Tea and a vase of her favourite flowers.

Alice’s Evidence
There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really clever thing the King had said that day.

‘That proves his guilt,’ said the Queen.

‘It proves nothing of the sort!’ said Alice. ‘Why, you don’t even know what they’re about!’

‘Read them,’ said the King.

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. ‘Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?’ he asked.

‘Begin at the beginning,’ the King said gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.’

These were the verses the White Rabbit read:-

They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.

He sent them word I had not gone
(We know it to be true):
If she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?

I gave her one, they gave him two,
You gave us three or more;
They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before.

If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,
He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were.

My notion was that you had been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it,

Don’t let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be
A secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me.

‘That’s the most important piece of evidence we’ve heard yet,’ said the King, rubbing his hands; ‘so now let the jury-‘

‘If any one of them can explain it,’ said Alice, (she had grown so large in the last few minutes that she wasn’t a bit afraid of interrupting him,) ‘I’ll give him sixpence. I don’t believe there’s an atom of meaning in it.’

The jury all wrote down on their slates, ‘She doesn’t believe there’s an atom of meaning in it,’ but none of them attempted to explain the paper.

‘If there’s no meaning in it,’ said the King, ‘that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn’t try to find any…’

Containing nary a neutron of meaning: rum-quince-cassis with prune and a bit of black ginger.

In the Imp: Pirate drink and spiced fruit.
On Me: Pretty much the imp scent until warmed up, then the currants and ginger shine.
On My Son: Juicy Plums and Currants, and a spicy kick of Ginger.

The Caterpillar
Heavy 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.

In the Imp: Mom’s Incense in a rainy garden.
On Me: Pretty lush floral with a hint of smoke.
On My Son: Incense and wet dirt.
Me: (T-T)

Cheshire Cat
Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender.

In the Imp: Citrusy Lavender and Chamomile.  Deceptively drowsy.
On Me: Smells relaxing in the Imp, but the Grapefruit  and Musk perk it up with a ZING! and the Currant adds a touch of rich juiciness.
On My Son: It’s oddly Fuzzy and sweet, like our cat.
Me: *Sniffs kiddo’s wrist* (T-T)






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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Inspiration

This one’s short and sweet.  Next up is Tiny Human’s favourite, The Mad Tea Party.


This is a paean to all the writers, artists, poets, dramatists, composers, sculptors, scientists, inventors and innovators that inspire us. Their work formed the foundation of our creative vision, and made us the people we are today.

Bram Stoker

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

Bourbon vetiver with opoponax, Italian bergamot, and hay absolute.

Illustrated by Abigail Larson.

In the Imp: Sweet Myrrh, Tea, and sweetest, freshly mown hay.
On Me: Myrrh and a fine cuppa smuggled into the hay loft.
On My Son: Tea in the Summer in the back yard of our old house. Incense too.

Mary Shelley

It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

The scent of absinthe, lightning, stormclouds, and laudanum crashing through a veil of soft Victorian oriental perfume.

Illustrated by Abigail Larson.

In the Imp: A huge Lightning Storm and molten black liquorice. The perfumey aspect is muted by this huge storm, barely a whiff.
On Me: Stormclouds on the Midway with hints of L’Heure Verte. Might snag a bottle to ease the use of my beloved Stormclouds(despite my desire to go backup crazy on that one, as this one supports the General Catalogue.
On My Son: It smells like rain and Black Liquorice…as long as I don’t use a lot like the first time.
(He liked the “in the imp smell”, but the first time he tried it, it knocked him for a loop because he heavily applied it and it was so potent!)







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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Illyria Pt. V

That’s it for Illyria, next up is Inspiration.
A nocturnal bounty of fae dew-kissed petals and pale fruits: white grape, white peach, iced pear, musk rose, sweet pea, moonflower and snapdragon.

In the Imp: Ethereal fruits and flowers.
On Me: So light and delicate. Typically layered with Oberon.
On My Son: Sparkling Fruit Juice

Titus Andronicus
Dark musk and black amber with frankincense, red sandalwood, neroli and bergamot.

In the Imp: Tea, soft woods and Incense.
On Me: Tea and Incense wafting in the background.
On My Son: Tea, woods, and Incense.

Gentle tea rose, lilac, Calla Lily, and Somalian Rose layered over golden Peruvian amber, Spanish moss, red sandalwood, rosewood, and myrrh, with the lightest touch of Mandarin.

In the Imp: Resins, Exotic woods, and soft florals.
On Me: Amber and Myrrh artfully swirled around a core of Rosewood and Sandalwood. The Roses and Lily are feather-light.
On My Son: It’s a very nice soft Incense.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?

Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.

In the Imp: Dirt and flowers.
On Me: Dirt, the Bone note in Dragon’s Bone, and wet muslin.
On My Son: Dirt.  Lots of fresh dirt.








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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Illyria Pt. IV

Queen Gertrude
Imperial violet softened by wisteria and chrysanthemum, but edged with the regal iciness of delphinium.

In the Imp: Such a soft and pretty Violet heavy floral.
On Me: Very soft crisp floral, and while not listed, it feels cold.
On My Son: It’s like Numb and Ode on Melacholy swapped clothes.
Me:…okay, that’s insane. Now I can’t unthink it.
Kiddo: (‘-‘)

Robin Goodfellow
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow’d house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

Dark musk, moss-covered wood, ragwort, heather, and sage.

In the Imp: It smells like a dreamy forest.
On Me: Contemplative with the Musk melting into Sage, Heather, and Mossy Woods. I really like this.
On My Son: I hope this returns, I like it. It’s very Forest-like.

Amber, heliotrope, golden sandalwood, peach blossom and vanilla bean.

In the Imp: This smells like Brisingamen with Peach Blossoms.
On Me: Too much Peach, not enough Blossoms. (T-T) *hands this to kiddo*
On My Son: Thank you. It’s closer to Cat Chasing Butterflies minus the Almonds and adding Sandalwood to dress it up. It’s so Peachy on poor Mom.

The Apothecary
Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.

In the Imp: It smells like a proper cuppa outdoors, on a fine tea service, with Fig rolls instead of biccies, properly manicured lawn, beautiful garden, everything idyllic and perfect.
On Me: Sings: Tea glorious Tea! You know you wanna cuppa!
On My Son: Sings: Tea glorious Tea! You know you wanna cuppa!
((Why yes we’re a couple of hams.  Thank you for noticing!))





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