General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Bewitching Brews Pt. VI


Non compos mentis, indeed! A contrary, conflicted scent, bubbling with merry madness. Contains apple, rose, and lemon.

In the Imp: As described.
On Me: Bright Lemony Rose, and crisp, tart Apples. So pretty.
On My Son: Lemons, and Apples, and a bit of flowers.

Event Horizon
A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.

In the Imp: Resinous, heady florals.
On Me: Slinky. Dark. Brooding. The Myrrh, resins,and Opium is just flawlessly melded with Orchid.
On My Son: Interesting, but the Orchid is really strong today, so I need to get this off me now.

A brilliant, ethereal scent: white musk, bergamot, heliotrope, peach and oakmoss.

In the Imp: Peach tea and mossy flowers.
On Me: Too peachy for me. Starts out like Fairy Bites from the Labyrinth collection.
On My Son: I like the Peach Tea start, then it sort of smells grass and cat fur. Very fun.

Grand Guignol
In 1897, a new form of entertainment was presented to the people of Montmartre, Paris: the Théâtre du Grand Guignol. During the course of an evening at the theatre, one would watch several small plays, ranging from crime dramas to sexual farces, a violent, throat-ripping, eye-gouging, acid-tossing good time, which always included shock topics such as infanticide, necrophilia, insanity, murder, paranoia, vengeance and death by common household object. Our Grand Guignol perfume is a shot of sweet apricot brandy; just enough to settle your nerves after a ghoulish, gory brush with the macabre.

In the Imp: Apricot Brandy.
On Me: Warmed Apricot Brandy, lightly spicy.
On My Son: Fruity and strange. Not sure if I like it.



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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Bewitching Brews Pt. V

Calico Jack
Sea air, driftwood, waterlogged kelp, and the memory of plundered spices sprayed over worn leathers, rough musk, and the salty wooden floorboards of the Revenge.

In the Imp: Seawater, Seaweed, Woods
On Me: Will review when I can pry the plunder from my Wee Pirate Lord…
On My Son: It smells like a Pirate Ship… Mine!

*cue up the music folks*

A negatively charged scent. Ambergris, Spanish Moss, oakmoss and three electric mints.

In the Imp: Ozone, Moss, and Mint.
On Me: It’s like a huge storm is rolling in, and you’re in the woods walking. That sharp smell of incoming rain, scent of the forest floor, not the trees, but the mossy ground.
On My Son: Minty, very minty. TROLLCAT loves it.

Dana O’Shee
In Irish folklore the Dana O’Shee are a fae, elven people that live in a realm of beauty, their nobility akin to our that own Age of Chivalry, eternally beautiful and eternally young. They surround themselves with the pleasures of the Arts, they live for the hunt, and to this day can be seen riding in procession through the Irish countryside at twilight, led by their King and Queen. However, the Dana O’Shee are not benevolent creatures, despite what their unearthly beauty may imply. They are vengeful and treacherous and possess a streak of mischievous malice, and many have whispered that their true home lies deep in the shadowed groves of the Realm of the Dead. Hearing even a single chord of their otherworldly music leaves one stunned and lost to the mortal realms for ever, finding themselves prey to the Dana O’Shee’s hunt or enslaved in their Court as servants or playthings.

Offerings of milk, honey and sweet grains were made to placate these creatures, and it is that the basis of the scent created in their name.

In the Imp: Milk and Honey, and warm cereal.
On Me: Comforting sweet grains.
On My Son: It smells like a hug. It’s supposed to be cereal, but to me it’s a hug,

John Dee: master of science, alchemy and magic, Hermetic philosopher in the schools of Rosicrucian Christian Mysticism and Platonic-Pythagorean doctrine, and Queen Elizabeth’s astrologer, advisor, cryptologist and spy. With Edward Kelly, he created a field of study and work in Angelic Evocation, and isolated the Angelic language: Enochian. His scent is soft English leather, rosewood and tonka with a hint of incense, parchment and soft woods.

In the Imp: Books.
On Me: Leather bound books on an antique desk of exotic woods.
On My Son: It smells like a library.


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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Bewitching Brews Pt. IV

Blood Kiss
Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

In the Imp: Cloves, Cherry, and a metallic undertone.
On Me: Gothy Clove, Cherry Vanilla, and that copper tinged Musk I adore. Wine and Opium peeks in later.
On My Son: Too sweet and spicy even with Dragon’s Blood, so I’m washing it off, sorry guys.

Blood Pearl
Lustrous, sanguine, soft and lavish: soft orris, blood musk, and coconut.

In the Imp: Coconut and Dragon’s Blood
On Me: Hmm…the Coconut actually tames the sweetness and the Orris give it a soft, clean feel to it. The Dragon’s Blood isn’t an in your face note this time, but rather builds slowly and adds a magnificent richness.
On My Son: Not a fan of coconut, so no thanks.

Bon Vivant
An effervescent blend of crystalline champagne notes and sweet strawberry.

In the Imp: Strawberry bubbly.
On Me: Pass due to allergies.
On My Son: Strawberry Soda with Grapes. Very fizzy and fruity. I think it’s too girly for me, but very nice for the right person.

In Hermetic alchemy, brimstone is one of the Three Heavenly Substances, one of the primary alchemical Principles It represents the strength of will and the vigor of passion, and it is a symbol of the process of fermentation. A smoky, gritty blend, husky and gray.

In the Imp: Dry fire.
On Me: It’s like sitting in front of a massive fire. Everything is burning gloriously, it’s smoky, and I can even smell the lava rocks as they take the fire and radiate that almost unbearable heat.
Then as it dries down, there’s ash and embers, and the scorched earth underneath.
It’s amazing.
On My Son: Smells very smoky, like when my Uncle Chris’fer tossed a log of Cottonwood on the fire to keep the bugs from bothering Mom and I. It smells hot too, I don’t know how they did that, but it’s neat.


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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Bewitching Brews Pt. III

Black Pearl
Evocative of the sea’s unplumbed mysteries. Gentle and lovely, but menacing and profound. Coconut, Florentine iris, hazelnut and opalescent white musk.

In the Imp: Coconut Rum and nuts.
On Me: Why’s the Rum gone? It smells like a Pirates island.
On My Son: I could see Captain Jack Sparrow smelling like this after a bath…
…who am I kidding? He’d never take a bath!

A shot of pure, self-indulgent euphoria! A scent that is very, very wicked in its own way: the serotonin-slathered scent of pure milk chocolate.

In the Imp: Hershey’s bar
On Me: I personally hate milk chocolate. Will have to layer a dark scent to tone down the sweetness, but it smells just like molten milk chocolate.
On My Son: It’s delicious. I smell like I took a bath in melted chocolate bar and cocoa. Go away Mom, you can’t sniff me.

Me: *pouts and whines*

A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon’s blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.

In the Imp: Cloven Cherries swirled in Resins.
On Me: Gothy clove, cherry, and that copper tinge note I adore. Almost like Blood Kiss, and of the two, I prefer that one more(review later)
On My Son: A Dragon eating Cherries. That’s what I’m imagining anyway.

Blood Amber
Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.

In the Imp: Sweet Amber and Coppery notes slithering through Dragon’s Blood.
On Me: Amber and that Copper-tinged note I love so much.
On My Son: Dragon’s Blood and Amber. It’s pretty, but not quite as nice as the Dragon’s.



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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Bewitching Brews Pt. II

More reviews you say?  Okay!

Belle Époque
“The Pretty Era”, France’s Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood.

In the Imp: Citrusy, Vanilla drenched woods, very smoky.
On Me: Oooh! Sweetly floral, citrusy, woodsy, and then there’s the Opium. Love this!
On My Son: Nope. Pass.

I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.

Inspired by the tragic, ill-fated love of Queen Elizabeth I and the Earl of Leicester. This is our modernization of a 17th-century perfume blend favored by British aristocracy: rosemary, orange flower, grape spirit, five rose variants, lemon peel, and mint.

In the Imp: It smells like the smellng salts my Grandmother always had in her house in apothecary jars. Bouquets of painted seashell roses perfumed with rose oil. Crystal bowl of mints.
(By smelling salts, I mean aromatics, not the ammonia laden wake-you-up-with-a-headache salts.)
On Me: MLP Butt rose strikes again! Once it settles a bit, I get the Rosemary and Citrus. It’s cool and refreshing from the mint, though I don’t smell it.
On My Son: Smells like GGO’s house, and yet not.  It’s too flowery for me, so pass.

Deep, luscious green and berry scents that evoke images of woodland witchcraft and the raw power of nature: blackberry, sage, green tea, wild berries and dark musk.

In the Imp: Musky Blackberry, maybe Mulberry.
On Me: Blackberries and Sage, and a nice Tea finish. The Musk is subtle. Almost feels like a royal violet scent.
On My Son: Fruity tea.

Black Forest
This is the captured scent of a cold, moonless night, lost deep within the darkest wood. Haunting and desolate, this scent evokes images of fairy tale tragedy and half-remembered nightmares. Thick, viscous pine with ambergris, black musk, juniper and cypress.

In the Imp: Forest. Very rich woodsy scent.
On Me: Dark. Like trudging in the woods on a cold, dark, dewy night. Very Evergreen and sharp.
On My Son: It’s almost like Schwarzwald(it’s an atmosphere spray made by the Trading Post for Yule 2013), minus the snowy stone.



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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Bewitching Brews Pt. I


Bewitching Brews

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.

In the Imp:  Smells like Black liquorice.  Hmm…
On Me:  Not quite Absinthe. It’s pretty, but it’s richly citrusy with whiffs of Anise and spice.  Cooling and refreshing, like ice.
On My Son:  Minty Lemondrops.  Thought this was a liquorice smell.  I still like it.

Anne Bonny
Named in honor of the most notorious female pirate to ever set sail. Wicked, cruel, beautiful, intelligent, resourceful and dangerous: a true role model. A blend of Indonesian red patchouli, red sandalwood, and frankincense. A million thanks to Juliana Williamson-Page for inspiration!

In the Imp:  Not trying this.  The Patchouli overwhelms it with a nauseating mawkishness.  Can’t smell anything else.
On Me: Not trying this, she stinks like a dirty hippie!
Him: Guys, I found several imps of this in the try-it pile, and got Mom with the darkest one because it smells very woodsy and incensey.
Me: I cannot believe you did that!
Him: Love you!
Me: *weensie fingers* This much.
Him: *arms wide open* Thiiiiis much!
Me: Since you found an aged one, and got me, I’ll talk about it. I guess I can say it’s not too bad, the Patchouli is a bit more subdued here, and the woods blend in fairly nice with the resins. If I were to wear this, however, I’d add some tobacco or a rum scent to add to the pirate theme, because I really don’t like it as-is…then again, maybe she needs more aging.

The essence of magickal enigmas and long-forgotten esoteric mysteries. Frankincense, rosemary, lavender, neroli, and verbena.

In the Imp:  Confusing.  Citrus and Frankincense heavy.
On Me:  Light sharpness from the Lavender, then the Frankincense and Citrus diffuse it.  I’m not sure if I like it or not.  Will have to retest it later.
On My Son:  It’s interesting.  Starts off Lavender, turns into a green smell, then incense and Oranges.  Sort Of candy-like at the end, very sweet.

True, perfect golden light, refined into an incomparably glorious scent.

In the Imp: Church. Incense. Resins. Freshly polished pews, glowing woods.
On Me: This even more. Not quite as crisp as Cathedral(review later), but still very lovely.
On My Son: Smoky, and incense heavy. Smells warm and relaxing.


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General catalogue: BPAL Edition-Ars Moriendi Pt. IV

The last of Ars Moriendi.  Enjoy!

The Reaper and the Flowers

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

“Shall I have naught that is fair?” Saith he;
“Having naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again,”

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eye,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

“My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,”
The Reaper said, and smiled:
“Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.”

“They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.”

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love:
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
‘Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

A funereal bouquet laid on cemetery grass: longiflorum lilies, white rose, chrysanthemum, and carnation.

In the Imp: This is elegantly somber flowers.
On Me: It’s so pretty in the vial, but on it’s jumbling wildly. Going to age it and try later.
On My Son: Pass due to the all-flower.


An enigmatic, otherworldly scent, brimming with power and mystery.

Lavender and jasmine, with a touch of glowing honeysuckle.

In the Imp: Astringent Lavender, smoothed by the Jasmine and Honeysuckle.
On Me: Very pretty, all three balanced nicely. This is a date-night scent.
On My Son: Why did I try it? Right. Lavender. Too screechy for my head, I need to take this one off now.

Wings of Azrael

Azrael is the Angel of Death, marked as the last being to die in the Apocalypse. Though a harbinger of doom, his duties are an act of mercy: he curtails human life before world-weariness and despair destroys our spirits. Warm myrrh swirled with a bittersweet blend of violet, Lily of the Valley, juniper, cypess and cajeput.

In the Imp: Evergreen, Resinous, Woodsy.
On Me: Resinous and Woodsy, with lovely hints of Lily-of-the-Valley and Violet drifting through.
On My Son: Wow, I thought with your favourite garden flower in there it was going to be screechy for certain. It’s kind of nice.


Dried roses, rose leaf, Spanish moss, oakmoss and deep brown earth.

In the Imp: Roses and Dirt. Yes!
On Me: MLP Butt rose strikes again! Nooooo! It smells like a bunch of little kids took said MLP out into a mud puddle after it rained and played with them in it. Muddy scented vinyl ponies.
On My Son: Very heavy on garden dirt and mossy bits. Not a lot of rose. I like it.

That’s it for Ars Moriendi.  Next up is Bewitching Brews


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