a fair and balanced birdthing (raaven) wrote,
a fair and balanced birdthing

An exiting day!

Not only do we close today (and things seem to all be in order for that), but BPAL has released their Halloween update!!!! I saw it in my inbox this morning and fairly swooned. I'll definitely have to be scrounging some money for these lovelies!

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek, --
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again, -- but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn! -- What is the Spring to me?

Dark amber, dead leaves, khus, saffron, bitter clove, chrysanthemum, camellia, galangal, and a drop of oud.

The Night of the Witches. In the Teutonic calendar,April 30, not October 31, was the night that the witches congregated tocelebrate their Work through ecstatic dance, wild music and revelry.The witches fêted with spirits, fairies, and a bevy of otherworldycreatures atop Brockenberg peak in the Harz region of Germany, wherethey lit an enormous bonfire and cavorted naked until midnight… atwhich point they donned their robes, boarded their brooms, flying ramsand sacred goats, scooped up their cat familiars, and sped off into thenight. In later days, it was believed that on this night the witchesconjured the devil, who would then select one of them for his bride.This perfume is the scent of the witches’ revel: German fir and forestlichen, incense and bonfire smoke, and the wet, glimmering scent ofskin warmed by dance.

AY, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

Wine just turning to vinegar, crumbling mortar, red clay, and the coppery tang of old blood.

Thick shadows hang heavy across fungus-smeared,dilapidated wainscoting, cobwebs hang like fine lace across saggingmouldings, rats scuttle past gaping doorways. The faint scent ofbrimstone, ghostly breath laced with cognac, neglected mahogany panels,and rot.

The 'Patch is back, with five newpumpkin blends to choose from. Pick individual pumpkins from the field,or snatch up the whole bushel!

Pumpkin with pear, white wine grapes, and jasmine-laced tea.

Pumpkin with tobacco, champaca flower, carnation, and tonka.

Pumpkin with white chocolate, caramel, pomegranate, and cream.

Pumpkin with cactus blossom, sage, and sweetgrass.

Pumpkin with benzoin, bourbon vanilla, lemon peel, neroli, blood orange, and red ginger.

Ifyou purchase Pumpkin Plunder, you will receive an imp of a Murder ofCrows: a scent created to compliment and complete the collection. Whatis a pumpkin field without crows?

A Murder of Crows
Sleek iris and verbena, grey amber, benzoin, davana, and glossy herbs.

GC Updates:

Salt air, ocean mist, aged patchouli, sarsaparilla, watered-down rum, leather-tinged musk, and a spray of gunpowder.

Onecan even set up quite ridiculous cases. A cat is penned up in a steelchamber, along with the following diabolical device (which must besecured against direct interference by the cat): in a Geiger counterthere is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small that perhaps inthe course of one hour one of the atoms decays, but also, with equalprobability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube dischargesand through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small flask ofhydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for anhour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom hasdecayed. The first atomic decay would have poisoned it. The Psifunction for the entire system would express this by having in it theliving and the dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out inequal parts. It is typical of these cases that an indeterminacyoriginally restricted to the atomic domain becomes transformed intomacroscopic indeterminacy, which can then be resolved by directobservation. That prevents us from so naively accepting as valid a"blurred model" for representing reality. In itself it would not embodyanything unclear or contradictory. There is a difference between ashaky or out-of-focus photograph and a snapshot of clouds and fog banks.

Aparadoxical scent experiment! – tangerine, sugared lime, pinkgrapefruit, oakmoss, lavender, zdravetz, and chocolate peppermint.

No cats were mistreated during the formulation of this paradox, or in the process of creating this perfume.

Dab a bit behind each ear, and you’ll be instantly inspiredto alter street signs, shake fruit from your neighbor’s trees, and hideyour roommate’s car keys. Black coconut, gnarly patchouli, and sweetbenzoin.

As if, with beasts’ eyes, angels led
The way, I slip back to your bed,
Quiet as a hooded light,
Hushed by the shadows of the night.

And then, my dark one, you shall soon
Embrace the cold beams of the moon,
Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss
Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss.

When morning shows his livid face
Your bed shall feel my empty place,
As cold as death, till fall of night.

Others take tenderness to wife:
Dread gives away your youth and life
To me, to be bride of fright.

Spectralwhite musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned bycaramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk,nicotiana, and sage.

Date palm, dried tobacco, snakeroot, and leather.

There are some others I'm intrigued by, and may end up seeking imps of. And I may have to get an imp of Troll for the Troll, just because.

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