STRINGS IN THE EARTH AND AIR (The Bards of Ireland 2012 || LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 4/30/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
O’ffogerty Harp by ~BWS
Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There’s music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
— James Joyce
White sage, white musk, honey myrtle, galbanum, lilac, and everlasting flower.
LIADAIN AND CURITHIR (The Bards of Ireland 2012 || LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 4/30/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
Star-crossed by ~Jessajakejimjam
When thou art hidden fears throng into my heart:
I am as one who has found a treasure of gold
Whom the stars watch
And the winds threaten
And swords wait in the dark.
Or can the dream break, Curithir, into the cold dawn?
Do not even the angels tremble gazing on us?
For only within God’s Dún such joy can live.
Come let us dream, love, that we sail to the west
And in enchanted islands are free of the sun
And the cold blind eyes of the years that pass unheeding sorrow.
O by the sweetness of love and joy like the piercing of spears
I have known the vain life that dies beaten back to the sod,
And the moan of all impotent things cries in my heart;
For that which can wither the budding trees can wither love.
O Curithir hast thou bidden the birds to sing of thee?
They have awoken me to the grey sweet skies
And the out-breathed light stealing over the stars.
There is no bird whose song is not of thy love
No laughter of sudden dawn winds whose joy thou art not –
O that the world could know thou lovest me, Curithir!
— Moireen Fox
An hour of love, all-too-fleeting, set against the tumble and crash of the somber seaside: honeysuckle, ivy, white moss, and salty spray.
IN THE FOREST (The Bards of Ireland 2012 || LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 4/30/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
Faun by *Ruth-Tay
Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
— Oscar Wilde
A wild, passion-inflamed skin musk with black pine pitch, brown leather, black clove, copal, white sage, oakmoss, patchouli, and saffron.
THE FAIRIES (The Bards of Ireland 2012 || LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 4/30/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We dare n’t go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather.
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music,
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen,
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back
Between the night and morrow;
They thought she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For pleasure here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite?
He shall find the thornies set
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We dare n’t go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather.
— William Allingham
Supping with the Queen of the Fae: apple blossom, white clover, huckleberry wine, dandelion sap, milkweed, primrose, thyme, pink moss, thorny thistles, and opium pod.
THEOTOKOS (LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 4/30/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
Mother Mary by ~ErisVonSinclaire
It is truly meet and right to bless you, O Theotokos,
Ever-blessed and most-pure mother of our God.
More honourable than the Cherubim,
And beyond compare more glorious than the Seraphim,
Who without corruption gave birth to God the Word,
True Theotokos: we magnify you.
Calla lily, Egyptian amber, frankincense, chrysanthemum, daphne, and red roses.
THE IDES OF MARCH 2012 (LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 4/30/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
The Ides Of March by ~jbamutant12
The Ides marked an auspicious time in the Roman calendar. Depending on the month in question, the Ides fell on the thirteenth or fifteenth, and usually marked the Full Moon. As we all know, it was not an auspicious day for Julius Caesar, nor was it fortuitous for H.P. Lovecraft, who also met his maker on this infamous day. Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi! A mixture of springtime greenery and classical Roman cologne: rosemary, bergamot, lemon rind and vervain with costus, benzoin, coriander, rosewood, gray amber, cardamom, white narcissus, dark musk, and iris.
CANDLES MOON 2012 (A Little Lunacy || LIMITED EDITION: LIVE UNTIL 2/10/2012 || $20 per 5ml)
To-day is the Day of Bride,
The serpent shall come from his hole,
I will not molest the serpent,
And the serpent will not molest me.
The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown day of Bride,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground.
Moonlight shining on the Quickening Tree, the heat and wax of sacred candles, the milk of ewes, Brigid’s blackberry, the sting of keening wind, and the last flutter of the Cailleach’s winter snow.
Last night, the Lab had another massive update.
As a reminder, the following are also live:
Only one more week to order the scents that end on the tenth of February!
SUNRISE WITH SEA-MONSTERS (The Salon: Exhibit III || $28 per 5ml)
Sunrise With Sea-Monsters, Joseph Mallord William Turner.
Ocean mist, kelp, ambergris, amber, white pear, osmanthus, freesia, and seafoam accord.
SUNFLOWER (The Salon: Exhibit III || $28 per 5ml)
Sunflower, Egon Schiele.
Sunflower bouquet, black amber, creeping black moss, wilted greenery, and scorched, dry stems.