Jenjin

Dark and brooding, a vampiric lovesong. 

Sumatran Daemonorops draco, fossilized amber, red vegetal musk, and champaca resinoid.

Maple syrup, brown sugar, molasses, and sea salt.

Smokin Weed and Eatin Fruitcake. 

He’s just pretending to be cold! A milky plastic shell of frosted blue spruce, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

A shell of milky plastic encasing fond memories of bread pudding with strawberry cream,
illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.

This tangled string of hollow plastic sweets is sure to conjure childlike fantasies of cartoonish opulence!
An enticing swirl of multi-hued fruit and mint flavors, illuminated from behind by twinkling amber tree lights.

Morning rising in mourning grey: tobacco flower, white oud, lavender bud, and ambergris accord.

O transient voyager of heaven!

O silent sign of winter skies!

What adverse wind thy sail has driven

To dungeons where a prisoner lies?

Methinks the hands that shut the sun

So sternly from this mourning brow

Might still their rebel task have done

And checked a thing so frail as thou

They would have done it had they known

The talisman that dwelt in thee,

For all the suns that ever shone

Have never been so kind to me!

For many a week, and many a day

My heart was weighed with sinking gloom

When morning rose in mourning grey

And faintly lit my prison room

But angel like, when I awoke,

Thy silvery form so soft and fair

Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke

Of cloudy skies and mountains bare

The dearest to a mountaineer

Who, all life long has loved the snow

That crowned her native summits drear,

Better, than greenest plains below –

And voiceless, soulless messenger

Thy presence waked a thrilling tone

That comforts me while thou art here

And will sustain when thou art gone

– Emily Brontë

Our most potent lavender sleep blend, frozen.

A perfume simply inspired by a vintage Christmas postcard. Rose cream, jasmine cream, mallow, vanilla foam, and sweet amber.

It has mysteriously stayed fresh for decades… but you REALLY don’t want to see the pastry in the attic.

A deep-fried fougere with three pale musks and dark, sugared vanilla tea.

In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.

Sugar Cookies and Bourbon 

Snow-dappled rose and frankincense.

Ecclesiastical incense wafting behind candlelit stained glass and icicles thrusting from stone archways.

Black Phoenix’s rapturous blend of three roses, radiant amber, and sensual red musk strapped in leather and covered in snow.

A chilly, bright perfume: flurries of virgin snow, crisp winter wind and the faintest breath of night-blooming flowers.

A chilly interpretation of BPAL’s Snake Oil: sweet, spiced musk with a crunch of snow and frost-hardened patchouli.

Frost-blue lotus petal, lotus root, amber, myrrh, and black sandalwood.

BPAL’s perennial favorite, Snake Oil, soaked in whiskey, honey, and a twist of lemon.

Chilly vanilla frankincense snowballs polluted with raw cacao, labdanum, and myrrh.

~ A relaxed, lazy scent; slightly sebaceous and sweetly slimy: warm, buttery honey cream and dribbles of amber.
May we all have at least a few gentle, sweet slug moments throughout this holiday season.~

Our gruesome blend of ghastly greens and blacks, now streaked with blue-white:
frozen and snow-packed vetiver, pine pitch, troll musk, elemi, camphor, black basil, eucalyptus blossom, clove smoke, and scorched cumin.

A calming, affirming fragrance to help motivate Santa through the daunting tasks which await him year after year:
Sugar plum lavender marshmallows.

The perfected winter rose, dew covered and freshly cut.

A very special Yuletide sponsorship scent, dressed up for a scandalous night on the town:

Red velvet fruitcake with buttercream and a splash of cologne.