Part 2:
Taking the northern passage, they smashed down a door and surprised 3 witches over their cauldron. “Hello, ladies.” Lol. They were served soup. Well, half were, and two actually ate it despite the sad looking giant toad in the rocking chair. Cancel another Cleric. The fight was on! The Marvelous Magnifico cast light on the fading to invisible Witches’ eyes, another quaffed her potion of invulnerability while the third appeared to summon a gigantic newt from the steaming cauldron to assault Thorin. Payto was the star, saving vs polymorph and two Charm Person spells, and held the fort while MM took a clubbing, Finran was webbed and Thorin put to sleep. They rallied and finished off the old girls, the last ones dying curse cut off with an arrow in her throat. A fierce fight won more by luck than skill, but won. Some fine prizes earned(potion of flying, +2 backscratcher, toads grease, and an 3000gp crystal they found searching the blown out cistern…really their best take so far didn’t even require a kerfuffle), and the departure and trek back to Mme. Polidoris’ cathouse passed without further incident. They also agreed to murder Eustace Malévols’ sister in exchange for a Great Secret. They aren’t much for dickering and bartering, these ones. Plus they have two giant toads in tow and Clerics are starting to be like Dirty Harrys’ partners with this gang. A nice session on a nice evening, in the park, though the stirges got aggressive as the sun set.

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Howdy folks, Dallas here again.

Hunting monsters is a full time job. You’re never really off the clock. There’ll be days where things are quiet and you won’t have any work, then there’ll be days at a time where you’re chasing down the same slippery beast. It’s never exactly consistent. As a result, you don’t get a hell of a lot of ‘vacation time.’ Which doesn’t mean you get none at all, only that if you’re planning a trip, it’s real easy for it to get derailed.

Graham and I had been planning our little trip down to Malibu for some time now. Say what you want about it, but we figured that drinking beer on the beach was the perfect way to spend new years. We’d loaded up the truck and were on our way down to California when we got the call that there was a job waiting for us in Red Hills, Nevada. I’ll admit, neither of us were jazzed about the detour, but we figured, what the hell, right? We both could’ve used a bit of extra spending money. So we said we’d look into it and look into it we did.

According to the police report we got, Derek Chikatilo had committed suicide. Although why exactly a well off accountant like him had decided to off himself was a little unclear. More importantly, the way he’d taken his own life was more than a little suspicious. According to a number of eyewitnesses, Chikatilo had been driving down the I-95 when he’d suddenly crashed his Audi into the concrete barrier that separated his lane from oncoming traffic. Then, he’d apparently gotten out of his car and run right into traffic, screaming like a madman, before getting pulverized by an eighteen wheeler. And I do mean pulverized. I don’t mean to be insensitive when I say this. But according to the coroner, there wasn’t much of a body left to examine. His exact words to Graham and I were:
“Not much left of the poor bastard but ground beef. They were cleaning him up with a power washer… Truck tore him right in two, and then what was left of him went right under the wheels.”

Personally, I found his description to be a little revolting and I found myself truly, honestly hoping that Chikatilo had died the moment that truck hit him, because I couldn’t imagine a worse hell than being torn apart like that. I was admittedly a little grateful the coroner didn’t allow us to see what was left of him. That shit probably would’ve given me nightmares.

***

“We even sure this is up our alley?” Graham had asked as we’d left the coroner's office. “Guy crashed his car and got hit by a truck. Doesn’t really seem like the kinda thing we usually look into.”
“Well, management seems to think it is.” I said as we walked back to the car, “So there’s obviously something about him that they’re thinking is foul play.”
“Yeah, well they should’ve told us up front.” Graham said, “Make our lives a lot easier.”

I got behind the drivers seat of our truck and took out my phone, checking through the case details that had been emailed to us again, looking for something we might’ve missed the first time. A photo of Derek Chikatilo stared back at me. He was a man who looked about as interesting as a glass of water. Short, wavy brown hair, a pasty complexion, and dull brown eyes.

“Far as I can tell, this guy was pretty normal. Worked at Brown and Pryce. One ex wife. No kids. No past history with the FRB. No interesting police reports…”
“Brown and Pryce?” Graham asked, raising an eyebrow, “He worked for Brown and Pryce?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked.
“Well shit, that’s why we’re on this job…” He said, “Brown and Pryce. Henderson Brown.”

My eyes widened as I finally made the connection. Most people probably wouldn’t have recognized the name. But I did. Granted, I’d never met Brown personally and I would’ve been happy to never meet him. The man didn’t exactly have a stellar reputation. Personally, I’d say the man did something of a disservice to his entire kind.

Brown was a Mau, a type of catlike fae who’ve got a reputation for being tricky. Casting illusions, predicting the future and using that to sabotage you. Stuff like that. They can be dangerous if pissed off just with the powers they’re born with. But I guess that just wasn’t enough for some of them. Most species of fae out there haven’t exactly adjusted well to the way the world has changed. But the Mau are the exception. They took to capitalism like fish to water, playing stocks, buying into companies, and amassing both wealth and power and Henderson Brown was one of the richest. He’d wisely invested in an accounting firm and had been sitting pretty as one of the richest Mau out there ever since. Word is, he’d even bought himself a seat on the senate of the Imperium, a sort of informal governing board for fae and the like that our company had started working closely with. I knew folks who were taking bets on how long it would take before the vampires running the show crucified him.

If Derek Chikatilo was working for Brown's firm, then his death suddenly made a hell of a lot more sense. A well adjusted man doesn’t just crash his car, then run screaming into traffic for no reason. Something needs to make him do that… And Brown employed a hell of a lot of Mau. All Chikatilo needed to do was piss one off, and they could’ve driven the poor bastard mad with disturbingly little effort.

“So, where was his office?” Graham asked, “I think it’s time we had a chat with his colleagues.”
I nodded, before getting the address. It was time to hunt us a Mau and Step 1 was to find the little bastard.

***

The office that Chikatilo had worked in wasn’t too far away from the coroners office. We drove the truck down there, got out and flashed our badges at the receptionist. The badges we get from the DPS legally don’t carry as much weight as an actual police badge. Technically, nobody’s obligated to let us investigate shit, and there’ve been a few times we’ve had to carry out our investigation with an actual police officer with us. But this was not one of those times. The receptionist was more than happy to let us speak with Chikatilo’s manager, a man by the name of Daniel Wallace.

She led us into his office, where he sat at his computer, working on something or another. Then he had us close the door and invited us to sit. Wallace was a somewhat strange looking man. Even sitting down, I could tell he was fairly short. He couldn’t have been more than 40 but his skin was liked tanned leather. He had a graying goatee and poofy white hair that looked like a toupee, or part of someones anime cosplay outfit. To a layman, he came across as just an unusual looking man. But Graham and I recognized him for what he was immediately. A Mau trying not to look like a Mau.

“So you two are with the FRB, huh?” He asked, not even looking up from his computer.
“That’s right.” I said, “We’re looking into the death of Derek Chikatilo.”
I saw Wallace pause briefly, before continuing his work, still not looking at us.

“Terrible shame about him.” He said, “Chikatilo was a good worker. It won’t be easy to replace him… But I guess the pressure of the job was just too much for him. Poor bastard must’ve snapped.”
“Were there any warning signs prior to his death that stood out to you?” Graham asked.
“Can’t say there were.” Wallace replied, “The man seemed quite well adjusted. This just sort of came out of nowhere.”
“And you don’t find that suspicious?” I asked, “A well adjusted man suddenly killing himself out of nowhere like that?”
“People suffer little breaks with reality all the time.” Wallace said.
“Not in our experience they don’t.” Graham said, “Mr. Wallace, how many Mau do you have in your employ?”

Again Wallace paused, although not for as long this time.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He lied.
“I’m confident that you are.” Graham said, “We’ve already made you. And it would be easier for you to tell us than for us to go around disturbing your employees.”
“Gentlemen I don’t even know what a Mau is.” Wallace said, “Now are we done here? I’m very busy.”

I stared at Wallace for a bit, studying him and looking at the way he sat in his chair. He leaned a little to the left… I stood up, and Wallace watched me, eyes widening as I reached down toward what looked like an empty space on the armrest of his chair. Even though I couldn’t see anything, I felt something soft and furry draped over the chair. So I grabbed it and pulled as hard as I could.
“GAH! FUCK!”

The illusion Wallace had cast dissolved immediately. His twitching brown tail was ripped out of my hand as he pulled himself away from me, hissing like an angry cat. Without his illusion, he didn’t look that much different. He had cat ears now, obviously, and a tail. But that ugly hair was still there…

Wait… Was that his actual hair and not a toupee?

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped, “You don’t just touch a man’s tail like that! Are you fucking insane?”
“Mr. Wallace, I’d like to ask you again. How many Mau do you have in your employ?” Graham asked.
“Two!” Wallace snapped, “Aside from me, and they work in HR. They didn’t fucking kill Chikatilo if that’s what you’re asking, they never even met him!”
“So you were the only Mau he knew?” I asked.

“Trust me, he had no idea I was a Mau.” Wallace said, “And our relationship was strictly professional! So if you’re like to insinuate that I killed him. I didn’t!”
“Then who did?” I asked, “Because I don’t think it’s all that likely that his death was either a suicide or a mental break.”

“I don’t know! There was nobody who wanted him dead!” Wallace said.
“You’re sure?” I asked, “What about his clients? Was he working on any Fae clients?”
“None! We only have a few and those are handled by someone I trust. Not him!”
“He didn’t have access to anything?” I asked. Mr. Wallace paused, thinking again.
“He might’ve audited the Pixie… About a month ago.”
“The Pixie?” Graham asked, “What’s that?”
“The Pixie Cathouse. It’s in town. It’s a brothel. Got a bit of a secret menu though.”

Graham rolled his eyes.
“Good lord, please tell me you’re not pimping out fae…”
“Hey, I’m not the one who runs it!” Wallace said, “That’s another Mau.”

Graham and I traded a look.
“Another Mau?” I asked, “We need a name.”
“Adrianna Newman.” He said, “And before you ask I don’t know where she lives. The only address we have on file is the cathouse!”
“And did Chikatilo ever contact Newman?”
“No! Not that I’m aware of! Maybe he saw something off in the audit? I don’t know… I doubt Newman killed him if that’s where you’re going with this!”

“Well right now, we’ve got reason to suspect it was a Mau. You’re our only other suspect.” I said, “So unless you feel like confessing…”
“It wasn’t me!” He said.
“We’ll see… In the meanwhile, don’t leave town. Cuz we’ll find you if you do.”

With that, Graham and I left and Wallace still had every hair on his ugly little head standing upright. We arrived at the Pixie Cathouse about an hour later. We’d stopped for lunch first. Can’t miss lunch.

***

The Pixie was a pretty generic looking building with two floors and hot pink paint. Once upon a time it might’ve been a hotel or something. Although nowadays it proudly advertised its new business with a bright pink sign out front that read:

PIXIE CATHOUSE HAVE A MAGICAL TIME.

Right beside the name, was the shadow of a little fairy, laying down in a sexy pose. Graham looked up at the sign with a somewhat perplexed expression on his face.
“Everything alright?” I asked him.
“Yup.” He said, before asking: “Well come on, Dallas, you ain’t the least bit curious?”
“Graham, we’re on the clock.” I said, before heading through the front door.

A bored looking receptionist was waiting at the desk for us when we walked in, and just looking at her, I clocked her as another Mau.
“Welcome to the Pixie. What’s your pleasure?” She asked, putting on a fake chipper voice.
“We’re actually here looking for Adrianna Newman.” I said, taking out my badge, “We wanted to ask her a few questions.”

The receptionist’s smile faded.
“Miss Newman is out, actually.” She said, “I’m not sure when she’ll be returning but you can leave a message if you’d like.”
“That’d be great.” I said, taking out a business card and setting it on the table. “Let her know that she can give us a call at her convenience. We’ll be in town.”

The Mau Receptionist pocketed the card without even looking at it. I knew it was going straight in the trash.
“Anything else I can get you?” She asked.
Graham started to speak but I cut him off.
“No.” I said, “Thank you kindly.”
With that, we were out again.
“We’re not gonna ask her any questions?” Graham asked as we left.
“She ain’t gonna answer them.” I replied, taking a hard right to make my way around the back of the building. Graham followed me.

“Where are we even going?” He asked.
“Looking for an office.” I said, “If Newman’s here, that’s probably where we’ll find her. If not, maybe they’ll still be something to find.”

Around back, there was a small door where I could see a well used ashtray and a few pieces of patio furniture. Something told me that this was an employee's entrance. I pulled open the door and gestured for Graham to go inside, then followed him in.

We found ourselves in a quiet hallway that very clearly was not meant for customers to see. There were a few miscellaneous props they’d used for decorating the lobby strewn about. A small but clean bathroom and a small lounge with a TV and a few girls watching it. They didn’t seem to notice us when we came in, and we didn’t try and get their attention. Graham spotted a stairway leading downstairs and nodded his head toward it.

EMPLOYEES ONLY. Read the sign by the stairs. We started down together. I could hear faint voices of other girls downstairs, along with the drone of a TV. As we reached the bottom, we were greeted by a nondescript door with the same sign on it.

EMPLOYEES ONLY.

We opened the door and walked through, pausing when we saw what was waiting for us on the other side.

A massive black shape loomed over us, turning to face us as it heard the door open. Eight legs, with a black carapace so shiny it reflected our faces moved as the creature before us turned to look at us. She stared down at us with eight, pitch black eyes set in a face that looked human enough. Her torso seemed human, but everything below the waist wasn’t and though I’d never seen one of these things before, I knew what it was. An Arachne… A type of creature not known for their friendly demeanor. The last thing either of us wanted to run into down here.

The Arachne stared down at us, before slowly coming closer. Graham reached for his gun, taking a step back, knowing he might have to shoot as the Arachne drew closer… Then she opened her horrible mouth and with a whispering, raspy voice said:
“Excuse me. You’re not supposed to be down here. This area is for employees only.”

Graham paused, looking up at the Arachne.
“I-I’m sorry?”
“This is an employee lounge. I’m sorry but you can’t be down here.”
Graham and I traded a look before deciding that if the giant spider lady wasn’t going to kill us, we might as well just roll with it.

I reached for my badge to show it to her.
“Ma’am, we’re with the FRB’s Department of Public Safety. We’re investigating a potential murder.”
The Arachne took my badge, looked at it, then sighed before handing it back to me.
“Fine, but I’m letting management know you’re down here.”
“Yeah… That’s fine…” I said, “Thanks…?”

The Arachne just huffed, shook her head and want back to watching TV. I saw her take a cell phone off the table to text someone…
“The fuck just happened?” Graham whispered to me.
“No idea..” I said, before spotting a room off to the side nearby. An office.

I took off towards it. The Arachne gave me a slightly dirty look as if to silently criticize our professionalism. But she didn’t say anything out loud. She just kept tapping away at her phone, probably telling someone that we were going through the offices. Honestly, I was glad that she was doing that, as opposed to horribly mauling us. There was a laptop computer sitting on a messy desk. Whoever owned it hadn’t bothered to lock it, so I got in without any issues.

As far as I could tell, it didn’t really look like there was much on that laptop worth protecting. Some pictures of the girls who worked at the Pixie that were meant to be uploaded to their website, a few spreadsheets keeping track of profits and the like. Best practices probably should’ve been to lock the laptop anyways, but then again, who would really care about this stuff? The Arachne? I clicked into Outlook to see what emails had been sent or received and looked for anything from Derek Chikatilo.

Bingo.

“Take a look at this.” I said, gesturing for Graham to come over.
He did and leaned over my shoulder as we read the email together.

Newman.
I’ve seen enough of your little freakshow to know people will believe me if I leak the photos. All I need to do is send one little email, and they’ll be vivisecting you and your cabaret of freaks for fucking science. So what are you going to do to make it worth my while?

Graham whistled as he read the email.
“Well… That’s motive if I ever saw it…” He said.
“Guess he knew more than Wallace thought he did.” I said, before searching for any emails from Wallace himself. I got a few… The most recent of which was a little more than an hour old…
“What’s this?” I asked, clicking into it.

Adrianna.
Some FRB boys stopped by my office today. They’re looking into Chikatilo. Keep your head down.
-Dan

“That two timing fuck…” Graham murmured, “He tipped her off.”
“And now, chances are she’s in the wind.” I said as I forwarded the emails to my own account, and CC’d our boss on them. “Well, she can’t have gotten far. Let’s find her.”

I stepped out of the office again. The Arachne was gone. As far as I could tell, we were alone.
“We should call the boss, have them get the police looking for her too.” I said, “God willing, she won’t make it out of Nevada.”

I’d only taken a few steps towards the door leading back to the stairs when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back to see Graham staring at me, an unfamiliar expression on his face. It was an expression of pure, unadulterated hatred.

“Graham?” I asked in the moment before his fist connected with my head and knocked me to the ground. I’d never known Graham to hit that hard in my life. I tried to pick myself up, only for Graham to grab me by the shirt and hurl me against the wall.
“Been waiting forever to do this…” He said coldly, although his voice didn’t sound right. Graham wouldn’t do this! He wouldn’t act like this! I knew that! We’d been friends for years! I knew him!

And as he pressed me against the wall and slammed his fist into my face, I knew that who or whatever was hitting me, it wasn’t Graham. I drove my fist into his ribs, making him flinch. Then I kneed that sonofabitch dead in the groin. I felt him curl inwards and took the opportunity to push him off of me. I threw my next punch at his jaw, although I left myself open for another punch to the stomach. I pushed the other man away from me on reflex, then glared at him, trying to catch my breath.
“Where’s Graham?” I demanded.

The man staring at me with Graham's face just grinned and came at me again. I grabbed him, spinning him and slamming him against the wall, punching him over and over again. He wiggled out of my grasp and caught me in the temple with another punch. I took it head on, slamming into him and sending us both crashing to the ground where we pounded on each other like high schoolers with something to prove.
“WHERE’S GRAHAM!” I snarled, “WHERE THE HELL IS GRAHAM!”

“Alright. That’s enough.” I heard a distant voice say.

The man beneath me changed. I didn’t recognize him now. He was bald and dressed in a black shirt that read: ‘SECURITY’ on the front. I looked up to see Graham a few feet away from me, with another man pinned against the wall.

Then by the door, I sat the Mau receptionist we’d seen earlier, looking nothing short of pissed off. She’d dropped her facade, and I could clearly see both her ears and her tail now.
“And here I thought it might be fun, making you think you were fighting each other.” She said, “Guess you two know each other better than that.”
“Newman?” Graham asked.

The Receptionist smiled.
“Yup.” She said, “I was hoping you two would get lost, so I could quietly skip town. But no… You had to be an even bigger pain in my ass…”
“You wouldn’t have gotten far…” I said, “We’ve already sent Chikatilo’s threats to our supervisor. They’ll know you killed him.”

Her expression darkened slightly.
“I was hoping not to get the FRB involved…” She admitted, “But you’ve got to admit, the bastard had it coming. He wasn’t just threatening my business, he was threatening my girls! I’ve got people to protect. You can fuck with me all you want, but fucking with my people? That I won’t stand for. Besides, according to Imperium Law, I’m in the right. You two have no valid reason to continue your investigation.”
“That’s for a judge to decide. Not you.” Graham said, reaching for his gun and aiming it at her.

“You think you can shoot me?” She asked, “Maybe I’m not really even here! Maybe you just think I’m standing where your partner really is… Come on… You should know the rules by now. I don’t even need to be in the room to talk to you!”
Graham paused, before moving to aim his gun at the head of the security guard he’d been fighting.
“Fine. In that case, you either come quietly… Or I kill him in self defense.”

I knew that Graham was bluffing. But she didn’t. I saw her expression soften for a moment. She was thinking it over, deciding whether or not he was really going to do it.
“You won’t…” She said, “You’re with the FRB. He’s a civilian.”
“He attacked us.” I said, “And if he ends up dead… Well… I saw it happen during the struggle. It’ll be your word against ours.”

“The FRB doesn’t operate that way!” She snapped, although Graham cut her off by pressing the gun against the guard's head.
“Going once.” He said.
“I was defending my girls!”
“Going twice!”
“You’re not going to-”
“Last call!”
“FINE!”

The vision of Newman faded, and she reappeared a few feet away, putting her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
“Do what you have to... I’ll be back here in a week!”

Graham nodded at me, and I got up, taking Newman's arms and slipping the cuffs on her. No illusion she could’ve made would change that. But I kept a hand firmly on her shoulder so she wouldn’t slip away.
“You’re wasting your time…” She said.
“Maybe. But we’re doing our job.” I replied as I led her upstairs.

We dropped Newman off at the Las Vegas office of the FRB. I imagined there would be a hell of a lot of red tape regarding her arrest going forward. Newman was right. Chances are, the Imperium wouldn’t give two shits that she’d murdered Derek Chikatilo, after the threats he’d made. At best, they’d make a note that she’d killed him and send her right back to the Pixie to carry on with business as usual. But that was fine. Our job was to find out who’d killed the bastard. That was it. We’d done our job and we’d earned our vacation. Next stop, Malibu!

TL;DL : Some notes and hooks I made for playing in Richemulot, posting it for ideas for anyone else running a campaign there.

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-= Richemulot =-
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PCs arrive at the end of a plague cycle. They have difficultly getting in, as the guards and Silent Helms won't let them enter any city but Mortigny. However, they are warned that they won't be able to leave Mortigny once allowed in.
Shortly after this, the lockdowns end, and a large procession of people begin pouring into the cities. They are refugees from a war in Baldur's Gate (Faerun). For PCs who know that not everyone in the Domains of Dread have souls, it should be shown by the DM that this starts to create bigger stakes, as almost all the survivors of the last plague half souls, and all the newcomers of Baldur's Gate have souls. These refugees quickly take up new lives and habits, filling all the vacant buildings.
Not long after the refugees pour in, a new plague begins. A "Rat-King" is found in Saint Ronges, triggering new lockdowns, as the tangle of dead rats are said to be an omen of a new plague. However, this new plague does not seem to affect many of the residents of Saint Ronges, and seems to be killing mostly the rat population.
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The State
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"Casques Silencieux" Silent Helms. The State police controlled by Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier, a magically compelled swarm of rats animating a suit of armor (animated armor>>swarm of rats). They enforce lockdowns and State decrees of Jacqueline Renier. Thus far, none save Nevermore (a strange newcomecriminal champion) has ever dared fight them. Their armor is crafted by Vauquelin.

"Le Sablé du Boulonnais" The Sandy One from Boulonnais; aka Vieux-Boulogne. Named after a very stinky cheese soaked in beer and covered in breadcrumbs (the "sand"), Le Sable is the main political movement counter to the Resistance. Originally part of a gentleman's club of the well-to-do and bourgeoisie who delighted in fine wines and cheeses (the stinkier the better), over time it became associated with opposition movements of La Resistance. While not all members are a part of the wererats or Trueblood Council (though many art secretly), Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier are fond of their decedent ways, reminding her of the high-class society that was largely lost and she so desperately wishes restored.

"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. A violent gang/movement who oppose (and often attack) Pierrot. They are known for violently attacking and vandalizing businesses of those supportive of Pierrot, including playhouses, restaurants, and gatherings of Pierrot. Largely based in Pont-a-Museau.
"Concile de Sanguines Vrai" Trueblood Council. The "true" nobility of Richemulot, wererats who rule from the Inverted Court beneath Chateau Delanuit.
-- Jacqueline Renier. Wererat member and leader of Trueblood Council.
-- Jacques Renier. Son of Jacqueline, has infiltrated L'Humanité.
-- Vauquelin. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, once an armorsmith for the Nobility, he now makes the armor that contains Casques Silencieux. Stopping him can limit the number of new Silent Helms.
-- Doctor Gosse. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, once a physician for the Nobility, he now helps make new strands of the Gnaws.
-- Le Bleu. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, it is an open secret that he influences the Rising Voices and is second in charge of the Movers and Shakers ran by Jacques Renier (son of Jacqueline Renier). He stirs up the Rising Voices (along with State-funding some of their operations, to target their riots).
Ancient Bourgeoisie. The "nobility" upper-class city dwellers, some still have relations with the few noble estates that have yet to be abandoned in the countryside. Jacqueline Renier tolerates them for the decadent "upper-class" society they bring. Could be turned against (enemy of my enemy) Jacqueline and Trueblood council, if her true nature was revealed.
-- Quest. Looking for anything decedent, pay well. Fancy wine, fancy cheese, fancy perfume/cologne, fancy clothes, fancy cigars/pipes, rare+esoteric books (budding Keeper of the Feather branch), mediums to perform séance. Way 1: cave of fancy things from Radish, Reward: Invitation to Le Sable; Way 2: fuel the budding Keepers of the Feather, Reward: Gain allies among the Bourgeoisie.
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The Opposition
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"La Résistance" The Resistance
"Nevermore". A budding new hero, and potential ally, who paints his face white with black lines by his eyes and mouth (like the Crow comic or the Pierrot carnival mask). Many common people who oppose lockdowns and the current government rule wear masks or paint their faces the same to mock the current government as fools. May appear out of seemingly nowhere to help PCs.
"Les Gilets Jaunes" The Yellow Vests: A subgroup who openly protest government rule (usually peacefully)
-- Gaining membership can earn a (magic item creation) formula to make "Yellow Vest of Resistance" that grants a +1 item bonus to saving throws (no attunement required, but doesn't stack with other items that increase saving throw bonus).
"L'humanité" Humanity: a subgroup of students/young adults/young academics who maintain a camp at Assassin's Echo, where they plan to overthrow the ruling class (violently, if necessary)
-- Produce a newspaper, printed in Saint Ronges but distributed throughout Richemulot. The front page is usually given to State propaganda, but Resistance articles are hidden throughout.
-- Was infiltrated by "Personnes Influentes" gang, namely Jacques Renier and his friend.

"Pierrot" Little Peter: A stock character often masked/painted like Nevermore. A foolish, trusting character whose heart is often broken, it is used to mock those who continue to believe State propaganda. The movement is largest in Pont-a-Museau, where Nevermore has been seen the most frequent, often fighting the Silent Helms (Casques Silencieux). Nevermore makes a point to make the helms, bourgeoisie, and retainers of Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier look like fools, and any who would admire them. The Pierrots do the same, mocking those they see as in charge or supporting the status quo. They are largely peaceful, but underneath brews enough contempt to turn them into a violent mob.
-- Some wear masks, others wear face paint to conceal their identity when acting out

"Les Enfants Délaissés" Neglected/Forsaken Children. Often thought of as Enfant des Rues (street urchins), a member of the Forsaken Children are actually members of a gang and part of La Resistance. They are the children who were taken away and raised by the Pied Piper. Many of the original children are now adults, but they recruit new members from the streets, street urchins and abandoned children filling out their ranks.

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The Procession
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Road between cities, primarily between Saint Ronges and Mortigny when those sick or scared are locked out of the city of Saint Ronges (inevitably into quarantine first) move on to Mortigny for a place to live or find treatment.
Wanted Signs. Wanted: Nevermore (With Picture) 5000gp, payable in food, coin, or medical supplies. Wanted: Radish (With Picture of a young adult with puffy red hair) 200gp, petty crime, theft (from ancient Bourgeoisie), kidnapping (State excuse for him recruiting new children into the Forsaken)

Braos Forest.
-- West of Braos Forest can be found Della Nora (age 38), a native of Richemulot who makes Moonshine. Distributed largely through Movers and Shakers and also much sold to Farmer Woolsy in Mouchet Estate ruins (to tame the oily flavor of his rat-meat). She buys her grain from a mixture of clients, mostly Vistani and Temator Estate. Has a daughter (Belle Nora, age 19), and three men helping her (Zed, crush on daughter, age 24; Hal, secretly wererat and associate of Movers and Shakers, age 36; Jess, warm feelings for Della, friends of Bella's father who died of the Gnaws, age 52).
-- Quest. Rats have got into grain supply. Hal has sent swarms of rats there to destroy business, hoping to restart it himself & having figured out it helps "flavor" rat-meat. Reward: Old No. 7 whiskey (1 bottle each), highly sought after (500gp a bottle) by the wealthy.

Piper's Wood. Considered haunted, most people avoid it. Many traps, snares, and wind chimes (that sound like ghosts) surround the borders. Also natural threats, such as quicksand and starving wolves. The children who live here (Forsaken Children, Les Enfants Délaissés) never wander the woods alone, but will trick pursuers into traps and natural threats. The people who live in Piper's Wood rarely suffer from the Gnaws or other fatal diseases, rats being not a problem, and those who are infected treated by the Pied Piper's magic.
-- "Les Enfants Délaissés" Neglected/Forsaken Children. Split between the Pied Piper, and Torfu.
-- Chowder. A 17-year old, one of the original Forsaken (was very young at the time). Spends time fishing lake, cooks fish soup for children. Wishes to free kids in orphanage, can help explore lake. Reward: Carp Lure (adv. for fishing carp), home-made fishing pole.
-- Radish. An 18-year old, one of the original Forsaken. Wishes to free kids in orphanage, can show how to get into city via "Personnes Influentes" black market tunnels. Works as a "fence" double agent for Movers and Shakers (why he is wanted for petty crime/theft). Mistakenly believes that the Ancient Bourgeoisie are responsible for Richemulot's ills. Reward: Cave with fancy cheese, perfume, bolts of silk.
-- Quest. Attempting to free an orphanage of children in Saint Ronges and recruit them into the Forsaken Children. They know there are secret tunnels into the city, but do not know them (they usually sneak in other, more direct ways). Reward: Get them to side with Pied Piper or Torfu (PCs choice).
-- Cabberbash. A 32-year old halfling (hides true age, pretents to be a child) war refugee from Baldur's Gate, he is a mischief maker and finds the children more appealing than the cities. Was part of a Ratcatcher's Guild in Baldur's Gate.
-- Gang includes Pips, Gabe, Chubs. Part of Cabberbash's gang. Often play Stickball, want to build a tree-house. Reward: Help starting Ratcatcher's Guild; Gnarled Root, magic club kills rats good (dragonslayer, but rats/wererats).
-- "Jean-Pierre" Pied Piper of Hamelin. A bard hired by the people of Saint Ronges to take care of their rat problem, it kept the city fairly plague-free for a time. However, they never paid the Piper. As payment, he played a song on his pipes that led many children away. He took them to these woods and raised them. He can teach formula for making Pipes of the Sewers and Suggestion spell (and mass variants, via songs).
-- Knowing these songs lets the Suggestion spell be cast at higher level to affect more targets.
-- Quest. Does not have enough food for all the Forsaken, children have went missing around Lake Valerius (where they fish)...leads to House of Flies. Payment: Pipes of the Sewers Formula, Mass Suggestion songs
-- Torfu. A student of the Pied Piper, he was infected by the Gnaws and wererat lycanthropy at the same time. He recovered, but now has hideous rat-like features. Has gained much support and followers from the Forsaken Children, and it was he who encouraged them to recruit Street Urchins into the gang. His motives is not altruistic, however. He charms rats/wererats into his own "army" and wishes to replace Jacquiline Renier as the Darklord and head of Trueblood Council. Also seeks a cure to his condition...to become full wererat?
-- Quest. Sent a crew out to Fiox Estate to steal alchemical supplies, but they have went missing. Is working on discovering origin of Rat-King found in Saint Ronges...the plague there isn't that bad, mostly affecting the rats, not the people.
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Mortigny
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Mortigny West Clinic: Ran by Doctor Simone Temator, it has taken on several apprentices under Dr. Simone and Dr. Bethros for treating plague victims with their batch of cure for the newest strain. So far, it has kept Mortigny relatively free of the plague. This has both emboldened the Yellow Vests, but also led to many of the newcomers of Baldur's Gate become "infected" with State propaganda, as it has led many to see the Plague less seriously. Secret, though loosely, affiliated with the Resistance.
-- Temator Estate, object to Simone's treating the sick/poor, but understand that Jacqueline has turned against the bourgeoisie. Grow food/medicinal herbs to sustain themselves and supply Simone (despite objecting to them)

"The Yellow Shirt": A common, yet packed tavern on the back wall that is favored by members of the Yellow Vest. Few places promote/recruit for Yellow Vests more than this tavern.
Barkeep: Monsieur Barot (Personality traits: I give good service, but I expect a tip; Yellow Vests are good for business; State is bad for business)
-- Sells Moonsmoked Jerky: pig-rat jerky in moonshine BBQ bought from Farmer Woolsy, advertised as BBQ lamb jerky.
-- Moonshine. Requires password "A drip of crescent (moon)". 2gp for a strong double-shot (put you flat).
"The Yellow Skirt": A cathouse next to the Yellow Shirt, known for having many "stray" cats. The cats have recently been going missing (being killed by Personnes Influentes and other wererats). The owner is a werecat, Madam Cherie.

"Château Tres Imposant" This is a giant apartment building my PCs rented out to help safely house members of the Yellow Vest. They fixed it up and are storing lots of food/rations for the inevitable next outbrea.

"Ooh La La": Brothel of the rich bourgeoisie, greatest rival of The Yellow Skirt. Both men and women are showcased through glass windows, and great lockdown measures are taken. The Madam is a wererat, and the prostitutes are known to "nibble" on guests earlobes, secretly spreading the Gnaws. It is advertised as being "cat-free".

"The Pantry": A corner "restaurant" with no in-door seating, uses paper plates/cups/wooden chopsticks/etc. Very popular among Yellow Vests, middle class, and bourgeoisie alike.

"Personnes Influentes" Movers and Shakers: A thieves guild/black market that smuggles goods in and out of Mortigny during times of lockdown. Largely counter to La Resistance, as it is chiefly ran by wererats.
-- The guild has several sewer grates where they leave a single gold coin every day at a certain time. Once they hook someone into retrieving it each day, they begin leaving notes of simple tasks that help the thieves guild operate unnoticed.

"Marché Noir" Black Market: A series of several hidden "markets" that sell both legal and illegal good, largely selling smuggled goods during lockdowns. Most frequently, these are temporary markets set up and taken down within a few hours, with criers knocking on doors and leaving secret notes (via gold coin scam) advertising when/where the black market will be. There are several "permanent" markets set up among the sewers that deal in highly illegal goods, ie poison, slaves, etc.
-- Stolen a prototype alchemical formula that makes wererats temporarily immune to their silver weakness; currently has side effect of making them vulnerable to fire (even nonmagical).

"Le Sang Dû" The Blood Due. Gladiator Pits of Mortigny. Diseased warriors fight for pay (usually to pay off debts they owe, primarily back taxes...whether owed or not, Jacqueline Renier says they owe "increased" taxes. There is another gladiator pit in Pont-a-Museau, called Le Sang a Payer (The Blood to Pay).

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Saint Ronges
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Large push by the Rising Voices to enact "Papers" as used in Pont-a-Museau (and soon to be placed in Mortigny) hoping to curry favor with Jacqueline Renier.

"Plague Doctors". The smoke can already be seen rising from the city...but this time, they are burning all the dead rats piling up.

"The Rat-King". A bundle of dead rats, tails entwined. An "omen" that the Gnaws/plague are back. However, it is strangely effecting the rat population far more severe than the civilians. The Silent Helms begin lockdowns anyway.

"L'humanité" Humanity. A newspapeprinting press of students and young academics. Front page usually State propaganda, articles sympathetic to La Resistance found hidden throughout. Old newspapers are often turned into paper cones/plates for takeout food.

"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. Quite active in Saint Ronges, they attack anyone they feel is part of La Resistance. They are very vocal about squashing all opposition to the State in hopes that Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier will reinstate Saint Ronges and send State support (delusioned into thinking the State will ever send help).

"Meat-On-A-Stick" wandering vender Rufu (13 y.o.), Dank (11 y.o.), & Jenk-Jenk (12 y.o.). Street urchins affiliated with (but not a part of) the Forsaken Children. Sell lamb-&-rat shish-kebab BBQ (soaked in moonshine). Frequent customers of their own product, the three boys have become immune to the Gnaws (all variants) and lycanthropy. Franchised by Farmer Woolsy, "Sheep" Wrangler who is raising giant rat-pig hybrids (along with some sheep/lambs) in the ruins of Mouchet Estate. The BBQ sauce is from Dela Nora, who runs a moonshine outfit west of Braos Forest (also sells moonshine via Movers and Shakers).
-- Villa Meux. A beat-up old house where they meet.

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Pont-a-Museau
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"Papers" are now required to enter most businesses or even walk about the streets, without being harassed by the Silent Helms. Characteristically, only the well-to-do or those secretly part of Undercity are able to get Papers.

"Plague Doctors" can already be seen burning bodies.

"Pierrot" Little Peter: A stock character often masked/painted like Nevermore.
-- Often mock citizens who fall for State propaganda, supporters of Nevermore.
-- Opposed (and often attacked) by Les Voix Montantes, who burn/loot businesses of those sympathetic to Pierrot

"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. A violent gang/movement who oppose (and often attack) Pierrot. They are known for violently attacking and vandalizing businesses of those supportive of Pierrot, including playhouses, restaurants, and gatherings of Pierrot.

"Mooncup Madness" Cateline Garnier (cute vendor), Jehan Staliex (cook). A traveling meat vender who sales stir-fried pork and lamb (actually rat and lamb soaked in moonshine) with a variety of flavored sauces. Served in a paper cone made from old L'humanité newspapers with wooden chopsticks. The two have hints of Undercity and Truebloods, find it ironic to serve rats wrapped in anti-state propaganda. Frequently deliver "door-to-door" with a permit to be on the streets, less reason for citizens to break quarantine. Franchised by Farmer Woolsy, "Sheep" Wrangler who is raising giant rat-pig hybrids (along with some sheep/lambs) in the ruins of Mouchet Estate. The moonshine for the soak comes from Dela Nora, who runs her outfit west of Braos Forest (& also sells moonshine via Movers and Shakers).
-- Will move around paraphernalia / messages for a few extra coins

Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier. De-facto ruler of Richemulot, lives in Chateau Delanuit, beneath which lies the Inverted Court of Undercity. While most wererats live and spend nearly all their time in Undercity, Jacqueline still rules from above, both to "rule" the nonrat citizens and to partake in "high society" which is largely ignored by the Trueblood Council (she has replaced a number of members with new members more sympathetic to "high society" living).
-- Plans a high-class "ball" several weeks before the mass execution
-- Plans to mass-execute thousands of citizens in Pont-a-Museau if Nevermore is not turned over.
-- Wants to eliminate all nonrats the way she used to want to eliminate the middle class

Louise Renier, twin sister of Jacqueline (disfigured)
-- Possible contact/ally to help defeat Jacqueline/plague/secret wererat society
-- knows of the Trueblood Council, the true rulers of Richemulot
-- wants in infiltrate a ball held by her sister and expose her as a wererat in front of the bourgeoisie (could turn them against Jacqueline enough to stop executions)

"Le Sang a Payer" The Blood to Pay. Le Sang a Payer is the gladiator pit of Pont-a-Museau, Le Sang Dû the gladiator pit of Mortigny. Diseased warriors fight each other to the death...eventually even the winners die to the plague, but they are promised to have their debts paid off. Sometimes used as a punishment/judgement of Jacqueline Renier for those who cannot pay her taxes.

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The Gardens
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Sunken Temple of Ezra; cleared by PCs, potential base for La Resistance fighters
-- Infested with Strigoi; awakened trees, deaths head, viggol
-- Was being used by a priest of Osybus
-- "buried" catacombs dungeon contains Amber Sarcophagus/Sarcophagi; "Yuan-Ti Explorers" wish to explore, but the entrance is caved in.
-- contains old smithy of Swamp Fox's La Resistance, still in good shape
-- "Armory" Originally a library / vault for holy contraband of the Church, converted by La Resistance. Contains several still usable weapons and scrolls, most have water and mold damage.
Protected by a Glyph of Warding

"Yuan-Ti Explorers" a Malison with Silessa the Snake (from the Carnival), who has been promised to return to her "true" snake from via becoming Yuan-Ti.
-- "Coral" Yuan-Ti Malison (DMG 309), a 'beautiful' woman who is a snake from the waist down. She has manipulated Silessa into serving her (practically a slave). Trapped in "cellar" by priest of Osybus.
-- "Silessa the Snake" A dancer and animal tamer from the Carnival, Silessa (druid) performs with a collection of rare serpents. She claims she was born a snake and magically transformed into an elf. Now a Yuan-Ti Pureblood.
-- "Severin" Yuan-Ti Abomination (DMG 208). Fearsome explorer, warrior, and Sorcerer (or RangeWarlock) with magical adventuring gear and class levels.
Claims to support the Yellow Vests, wears a yellow silk sash with red squares
Wishes to explore sunken crypts (where ghost-ring of Mithris was found), believes great treasure, magic, and knowledge can be found inside (Amber Sarcophagi)
Has studded gloves of thieving/dex/archery, horned composite mighty +2 shortbow, quiver of Ehlonna w/ poisoned arrows, necklace of fireballs, eagle eye goggles, gold armband torc, red w/ gold trim & tassels waist sash/sword belt, +2 mithril chainmail shirt, +2 scimitar-longsword, +2 dagger (of venom?)

Playing a homebrew Wild West D&D story of my own design (I, DM). Players (Sky Elf Druid, Human Divine Soul SorcereArtificer, Warforged Sorcerer, Human Echo Knight Fighter, Changeling Rogue/Monk dual class, Tiefling sorcerer, Genasi Path of the Bear Barbarian) are hunting down Confederates t stop a Skinwalker from rising and taking over the world. They are fighting a major boss, a Chenoo (a person cursed by the spirits to become a giant ice monster, who controls black magic.) He's backed up by Three Wendigo (people cursed from eating human flesh to become giant fanged spirits of ice and hunger).
They're going poorly, with the Wendigo's ice breath hurting them and the Chenoo's spells and legendary actions smashing their health to pieces....except the Barbarian, who resists it all, battling monsters of legend with nothing but a Glaive and hate in his heart.
Fighter's down, Artificer's not looking good, Warforged is sparking, and everyone is tired and cold. Then, Artificer has an idea. "Wait, they're cursed, right?"
"Y....yeah?"
He cast REMOVE CURSE on the Boss. Boss fails his con check. Instead of a 12 foot tall, icy skin monster with regeneration, he's a 5'8 Elf Warlock now.
Then the Tiefling sorcerer does it AGAIN On the Wendigo, with the Warforged and the Druid following suit. As the Wendigo were innocent civvies, they ran away into the shelter.
The Elf sorcerer was not to be taken lightly, battling for 6 more turns and nearly killing the party with a circle of death. But the Tiefling sorcerer, not to be denied, finishes him off. She had come too far, tracking Silver down across sand and snow, fire and ice to find him. The sadist who tortured her when she worked as in his cathouse. The sadist who hurt so many of her friends for nothing more than his own sadistic pleasure. She would not let him live.
Using her movement to get to him,. she dragged her battered body to him and summoned up the last of her dragon blood (Draconic bloodline). Then, as lightning sparked in her mouth, she locked lips with him, breathing lightning down his gullet, and frying his internals. His eyes boiled in his sockets and he dropped to the ground dead.
The party had won, and a sadistic torturer would plague the world no more.

I felt like I didn't have enough people to progress with the game I'm currently running, so I ran a little Western themed 5th edition one-shot that took place in the year 1882. A risky move, considering I'm still a new DM, but it was either this or risk breaking the group's momentum. In the name of keeping things brief, I told the players to pick a 5th level character, and something that their character is running from, then opened the game with the party settling into their seats aboard a train.
The players were a Grave Cleric (since there were lots of deaths in 1882, the player assumed Grave would be the most appropriate domain) who ran off with his church's collection plate, a Blood Hunter who was a suspected heretic, a time-traveling Rogue who dropped her time-traveling device off the Grand Canyon, and a Gunslinger (really just a Battle Master with Disarm, Trip, and Precise Strike) who ran with a gang.
Using my best (see also: not at all acceptable, but still comical) Aldo Raine voice, I took the role of conductor and informed the party that whatever it is they were running from had caught up to them and the train was taking them to afterlife. I told them that the details of their demise came back to them and they could choose to share them or keep them private. They chose to share: the Cleric was hung for his crime, the Rogue fell off the Grand Canyon with her device, the Blood Hunter was tried as a heretic and executed by a firing squad, and the Gunslinger was caught off guard at a cathouse by his own gang.
However, I had the conductor decide that if the party could fight their way off the train and would agree to help someone who would otherwise die before their time, they could have another shot at life.
The party battled some zombies, a giant scorpion (Resident Evil 0, what's up?), and it's disembodied tail, before facing off against the conductor (reskinned Bandit Captain) and a train fireman (or, y'know, the dude who shovels coal into the trains furnace, which ended up being a re-skinned Ogre Zombie).
The twist to the final battle of the day was that every time the fireman would shovel coal into the furnace, it would cast Heat Metal on the party, who were all packing guns. So the party had to battle the conductor, deal with the fireman, and in order to stop the encounter pull a lever that would stop the train from the front of the conductor's cabin.
The trick to the lever was that it would take a cumulative DC40 Strength check to pass (one character makes a Strength check, records the number, and keeps making checks until all the checks total 40). Fortunately, the party dealt with both the conductor and the fireman so they could pull the lever at their leisure.
After having won their second chances at life and departing the stopped train, the party took refuge at an abandoned hut that they found halfway inbetween their stop and the nearest town, Rosewood. They were about to toast to new beginnings with a newly corporeal bottle of whiskey before being interrupted by a young lady who begged for sanctuary, which is where we left off.
I had a lot of fun running this, and even though my conductor voice was all over the place, and I winged the fuck out of a lot details since I worked from a 7 sentence outline, my group had a good time. They're all experienced DnD players, while I'm still cutting my teeth, so the fact that they've been showing up for months and continue to show up must mean I'm doing something good or getting something important right, even if there are flaws.
To my crew (if you're reading this), I had a blast and can't wait to run another episode! Everyone else, no idea or re-flavor is too crazy, just run with it!

CHAPTER 12
In which things are not so amusing
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Back to the sweltering Nueva York, the Sicks and core (Raoul, Slab, Melvin) are up to their usual: a late-hour bohemian party was hosted in a warehouse under a “climate of impermanence,” wherein a menagerie of readymade objects, including a marble toilet (!) were arranged like an experimental play’s stage-setup, aloft and about to be toppled off by “cabal of faceless angels” “without…reasons.”
Meanwhile after a marriage meltdown with Mafia, Roony Winsome was at the V-Note again with McClintic Sphere, equally moody with his flip-flop girl’s trouble.
Fed up with NY, the juiced pair plotted a boondocks’ outing – an escape to the country. So off they went back to Mathilda Winthrop’s cathouse in Harlem to pick up McClintic’s girl Ruby, and there Roony met her for the first time. And boy, o boy, who else could this Ruby be, but our elusive Paola? As McClintic left for bouncer’s work they had an interesting dialogue about the prevalent misconstruing of Paola’s Maltese identity (German, pure race, Semitic, Hamitic, North African crossbred)…
“Something we can look at and see what we want? Protective coloration?” (sez Roony).
It turned out that Paola presented herself to McClintic as Ruby a Negro girl, using burnt cork makeup like in a “minstrel snow.” Roony agreed to keep her real identity a secret.
After that Roony went to Rachel’s apartment, saw nobody but her “slip” and proceeded to kiss it on the left breast. The phone rang; Rachel was on the other line, out to look for Esther, who was having ‘troubles.’ Roony broke into song all wishful, trying to get Rachel on board with their country’s outing: “…are you digging me, Rachel,” “be something we’ve never tried. . . .” “you coming along . . ” Rachel just hung up.
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It turned out that Esther’s fling with Schoenmaker got her nothing but a pregnancy. Disconsolate it was Slab’s place she turned to. Insults about the crooked nose ensued; sourpuss Slab opted for a yo-yo abortion trip to Cuba despite Esther’s protests, which eventually slackened.
Some idle afternoon metaphysics talk between them about “when the souls enter the flesh.” Quotes from “Liguorian tracts, Galen, Aristotle, David Riesman, T. S. Eliot” were thrown around.
“Such dilemma, “Child, schmild. A complex protein molecule, is all.” (sez Slab)
After some moral’s guilt-tripping back and forth (“…you wouldn’t mind Nazi soap made from one of those six million Jews.”), squabble ensued. The Cheese Danish #56 was assaulted by Esther’s nail, but it turned out that Dadaism’s hardiness outmatched a girl’s woe and her scrawny hands (later bandaged with toilet papers). So until Slab finds a way to finance 300$ for the Cuba’s trip, Esther had to “stick by Slab, babe. Who is a humanitarian.” as both waited for Raoul, Melvin and the rest of the Crew “to arrive for the party;”
Rachel arrived there late only to learn that somehow Slab rallied in just 300 bucks for the trip from the crew’s unexpected charity. After a “brief but moving acceptance speech” from Esther up on the marble toilet with a helmet-ful of money, the Crew wasted no time before “Off to Idlewild.”
No car to chase after Esther, Rachel picked that very moment to realize her love for Profane: eloquent, a bit mocking, the realization dawned upon her like a “tortuous, mucked-up” income’s tax form of the heart that took her 20-something years to decipher… She headed then straight to a phone booth to call whom we all know.
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III
Profane received the phone call from Rachel, after a while they reunited down Roony’s garage only to find McClintic's Triumph locked without a key.
Lovers’ quarrel: Profane couldn’t care less about the fate of Esther’s uterus, but ever the mother Rachel spoke softly to him about her love for the dispossessed under guilt as an aphrodisiac – sympathy for Esther, to an extent a victim of her diseased self, and “a half-assed love for Slab”… And finally, between Rachel with rain swelled in her eyes, who saw herself in these “lonely rejects,” and Profane "the Depression Kid, that lump that wasn't aborted," silent, unwilling, besieged by questions and with a growing erection in his pant… the moment came as they both joined together, and detached only when McClintic and Paula found them like that at the garage, and off went the three (after Esther)… meanwhile, Roony was blissfully fast asleep on Rachel’s bed.
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IV
Awakened in Rachel's room and looking down from seven-story high window, the only thing in Roony Winsome’s mind was “defenestration,” or how his cadaver would glorify the courtyard below, if he jumps out of the window right now.
Of course not before solemnly full-sending a soliloquy about the sickness in the nature of the crew to each and every individual there is; that no matter how well-adjusted, there’s always some malformed parts that defines this sub-culture of those ne'er-do-wells – no convalescence except this one – suicide, which is what he was about to do. (Hey, read too much Camus, Winsome?)
But in what could be said an ironic turn of the table, Pig Bodine the thorn in Roony’s romance was there - timely enough to catch him by the belt. (He jumped right after Pig’s wisecrack: ”Don’t you know life is the most precious possession you have?”)
Yet it was not enough to deter Roony from his intention ‘to go clean’, and so began the wild goose chase between Pig and Roony, until they both exhausted and giggling, attracting not just a crowd but also police “charging into the areaway with nets, spotlights, ladders.”
Finally at “half a story above the ground,” Roony swandived anyway into the net, and the next thing we know was him being straitjacket-ed all the way to Bellevue.
As for Pig, realizing that he has been “AWOL for eight months,” disguised himself in Esther’s dress, babushka and talked in falsetto to hoodwink the cops/“civilian Shore Patrolman.”
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V
It was a hot August day in Idlewild’s airport, crowded with Puerto Ricans, Sick Crew’s members and cops. A “small-scale riot” broke out where people clobbered at each other. Rachel and Profane eventually found Slab and Esther, but Esther got away amid the developing ruckus, while Slab kept Rachel stalled with “unkind reminiscences” about their ‘horizontal days.”
Meanwhile, Profane keeping an eye out for Esther tripped over who else but Fina, about to depart for San Juan. Fina didn’t forget to remind Profane their moment in the bathtub before spitting in his face and then… off she went.
Profane realized “for a boy not getting any he had more woman problems than anybody he knew.”
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VI
Patrolman Jones and Officer Ten Eyck with a cameraman arrived at the doorstep of Roony Winsome’s apartment as Mafja, Charisma, Fu and her beaux were playing Musical Blanket inside.
Somehow Roony all the way in Bellevue managed to talk the police into arresting them. And that they did, under the charge of “disturbing the peace.”
Finally we follow McClintic and Paola in their Triumph on Hudson Street, with cool wind in their hair and peace undisturbed that night. Paola confessed to McClintic everything, “about Stencil and Fausto – even a homesick travelogue of Malta.” And similar to how Rachel took so long to sort out her feeling for Profane, McClintic finally admitted something he “might have known” a while ago – but now it was time enough, the creed “keep cool, but care” was uttered: that there was not, will never be any cure, wonder drug, or a magic word, even the word “I love you” that is enough to “square away” any conflict in this world.
One week's left before Paola goes back to Malta her home, but until then they will have time to chill, stay easy and away from musicians.

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CHAPTER 13
In which the yo-yo string is revealed as a state of mind
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I
@ (Departure for Malta)
In one foggy late September morning we catch up the trio Profane-Paola-Stencil aboard on the liner Susanna Squaducci, this time a departure for Malta. As “Fortune’s yo-yo had also returned,” Profane “not anticipating, not anything; merely prepared to float,”… “drift wherever Fortune willed. If Fortune could will.”
As “he’d come to dead center in Nueva York; had found his girls, his vocation as a watchman against the night,” Profane felt that his “accidental” chronicle in NY finally reached the end.

@ (Profane lost his job, argued with Rachel)
Profane missed one working nightshift thanks to Rachel’s clock malfunctioning, which sent him back to the street jobless again. Profane bid farewell to SHROUD (who did not forget to remind him the ominous mantra “keep cool but care.”)
Back to schlemihlhood, Profane took his self-loathing on Rachel, philosophizing that bum like him only knows how to take from others, and is incapable of giving. It took Rachel a while to calm his tantrum and coax him to sleep.

@ (Profane saved Paola from getting raped by Pig; a flashback to Scaffold days when Profane saved Pig’s life)
On the next day, Profane intervened the sexually frustrated Pig who was forcing himself on Paola, by evoking a life-saving debt Pig owed Profane back in their Scaffold days.
What followed up was a flashback about what led up to the debt itself, which involves Pig’s messing around with a pair of stewardesses Hanky and Panky, a “memorable battle” of water balloon between Pig and Knoop that cost Pig all his ticklers/contraceptives, and finally Profane accidentally saving Pig from radiation/r-f energy with his hamburgers.
Back to the present: after Pig went away however, Paola… forced herself on Profane, which he flatly refused. “But I’m not looking for any dependents is all.” Paola retorted that he indeed had them, which got Profane mulling over for a few weeks.
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II
Close to his departure to Malta, Profane got around the neighborhood where he grew up, passing by Basilico the cop, Miss Angevine, the Venusbergs(!), Maxine the drunk, Flake the sculptor, “the practicing witch” Min De Costa… down the lane of his past, “though who knew it? Not Profane.”
Until he stood in the kitchen of his old house amid “this field of inanimate food,” thinking about his mother and her “compulsion to feed”… the night's rain came and he left.
Nothing but free time now, Profane went bar-hopping between the Rusty Spoon and the Forked Yew (lol), trying to be a bonafide Crew member by doing all the ‘phony’ things he could “under the tutelage of Charisma and Fu” to ‘let Rachel down’ (by using proper nouns, get kicks from smoking pots… - which for exasperated Rachel came at a cost of becoming “less of a man.”)
The routine argument amid this field-of-two between Rachel and Profane kept mounting in its intensity: eventually Profane confessing his love for Rachel, his fear and ‘resentment at the first sight’ of Rachel caressing her MG, his ingrained resistance to graduating from schlemihlhood… Rachel offered some consolations: everybody is a schlemihl of sort, and the inanimate shell is there for one to grow up and out of, and wherever it is, NY or Malta, there will always be a girl who loves Profane just like Rach, and… well, sometimes love is free.
Finally some quality bonding times for our main lads: one Saturday night “toward the end of the dog days,” Stencil and Profane met at the Spoon and Stencil somehow nudged Profane joining his trip to Malta as Paola’s babysitter (since Stencil secretly was deathly afraid of Valletta, and couldn’t handle Paola).
We learn now of the fruits (or more like scattered breadcrumbs) of Stencil’s “private manhunt” for V.
V. is always “in no one’s employ but her own” … in Egypt which Stencil came to know from Mata Hari act, in Fashoda.
“… until 1913 when she knew she’d done all she could and so took time out for love,” and then “Paris for love, Malta for war.”
Stencil told Profane his experiences in a whorehouse decorated with mirrors in Nice, in Mallorca examining the death-cast of Chopin’s hand.
V. sailed over Spain’s sky in a stolen airplane.
V. as a hussar with a glass’s eye, V a master of disguises: as old fisherman, storyteller, Madhist’s mascot, Sir Alaistar Wren’s lover in Cairo… who might or might not know Rimbaud, who left traces in Spain, Crete, Corfu…. Dance to stop the rain in Amsterdam. Learn magic from Ugo Medichevole, a minor magician until she surpassed and jinxed her own master.
Eventually after some acrobatic exertions and stunt moves, Stencil and Profane broke into Eigenvalue’s office, stole the set of denture as a possible “peace’s offering” for V.
At 2 a.m in Central Park, the deed was done; they sat down near a stream with “the Booty” under a shiver-inducing moonlight. Stencil felt that everything was so quiet in the night-park, Profane on the contrary: “it’s like the shuttle at 5 P.M.”

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SOMETHING LIKE OBSERVATIONS AND QUESTIONS:
~ “Love, my little slave,/ Is color-blind;/ For white and black/ Are only states of mind.” If yo-yo too is just a state of mind, then it’s possible to abandon, outgrow, or subvert it?
~ “Keep cool, but care” is SHROUD’s enigmatic send-off to Profane, implying that not just McClintic but also Profane will need (to practice) this creed in the future. But for now Profane will remain ignorant and unaware of its meanings… at least for a while.
~ “Up thine,” snarled Pig, “with turpentine”…. Uh what is that? Google search didn’t yield any related result, apart from its toxicity and its uses as solvent in oil painting there’s not much else I know about turpentine.
~ What is the significance of the Scaffold’s flashback? Or are these tidbits of sailors’ lives just a handy tool so Profane can get Pig’s ass off Paola? What is the importance of “the biological effect of the r-f energy”? Are Hiroshima the ET and this how Pynchon teased us about nuclear threat? (“... may be no more standards for crazy or sane, now that it's started?” ‘said’ SHROUD)
~ The compulsion to feed of a mother….. How nice. Rachel matured and developed significantly in the 2 chapters, the voice of love and reason not unlike Dante’s Beatrice.
~ The trio Profane-Paola-Stencil is interesting: One “deracinated” Profane, Paola with a confusing identity, and a Stencil with his weird sense of purpose.
Profane walked “past his past and who knew it? Not Profane.” And later: “Who, after all, was Profane?” Notice during the burglary into Eigenvalue’s office, Profane is described not some overweight fatso, but as “being so shapeless, it was difficult to locate any center of gravity.”
And Paola with her “protective coloration,” coupled with the Alabama’s reference from McClintic is Pynchon’s political commentary about racial segregation. But is there any other way we can interpret Paola’s identity?
At this point, the “remarkably scattered concept” V. has become inexorably tied to Stencil’s identity. And by way of retelling his pursuits to Profane (and us), he “had left pieces of himself – and V. – all over the Western world.”
~ “The end of dog days” might mean the end of “a period of inactivity or sluggishness.”
~ Venus (Chapter 7), Eleonora Duse (Chapter 9) and now Mata Hari (Chapter 13) - The V.'s connection seems strong with these beauties.
~ Is it an inherent trait of the Crew to say “No,” “What” and “Why not.” Or is it just Profane? (Or both)
~ Paris for love (no spoiler but we’ll see in Ch. 14 what kind of love that is), Malta for war (death of Stencil Sr.?)
~ Malta (cradle of life, according to Paola)… later, “The Middle East, cradle of civilization, may yet be its grave.” Might this be that "the United States's presence in the Mediterranean is dictated by its interest in the oil resources of the Middle East and the short cut to those riches, the Suez Canal."?
~ Slyly smiling Stencil remarked that Profane is not “of the Crew,” and that he “has stayed out of that machine. All August.” Later according to Profane, “Stencil was more a bum than he.” In what way Profane, barfing and hangover, is out of the machine? And in what way is Stencil a bum?
~ Who is mister Flab the original? Wha.

That reminds me of a story…Part 1
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
FOUR shots ripped into my groin, and I was off on another adventure of a lifetime.
Well, not this time...but as long as I have your attention.
I was on another work trip over to Siberia. Typically, in Siberia in the winter, if the timber wolves don't do you in, the bouquet of those who think that water is merely for fish to swim in, rather than for them to bathe in, will.
Now that it's summer (and, Yes, Virginia, it gets fucking HOT in Siberia in the summer), if the deer-bot flies, gnats, no-see-ums, horse flies and mosquitoes don't do you in, the bouquet of those who think that water is merely for fish to swim in, rather than for them to bathe in, will.
Apart from the fact that it's hotter than the hinges of Hell, that there's a daily sandstorm the likes of which Alex the Great used to complain about after laying siege to an Iraqi type country and there's not a single fucking can, bottle or bag (yep, you heard right, bag) of beer in this entire misbegotten "city" of huge blocks of large clumsy huge blocks of large clumsy huge blocks of large clumsy apartments.
As I mentioned before, the old Soviet "style" of architecture is composed solely of enormous, falling apart, far-too-much aggregate, not enough cement, sheets of pre-fabricated concrete. Need a road? You need 600 of the "Soviet #1" concrete sheets. Need a fence? You need 600 of the "Soviet #1" concrete sheets. Need a building? You need 600 of the "Soviet #1" concrete sheets. I've seen buildings still being built that have their facades falling off. This does not engender a feeling of safety nor affection for what laughingly passes for architecture in this part of the world.
And to think that we were worried about the "Red Peril".
Horse chowder.
$50 to anyone who can come up with a Russian toaster that doesn't meltdown before the second slice. It must be the unfiltered 220 VAC that causes everything electrical (with the sole exception of the stove; that heats up like Chernobyl) to deliquesce into a little puddle by the second use. Well, perhaps that's not entirely fair. Russia is agonizingly beautiful in places (Jack London Lake in Yakutia, for one). But certainly not those places where the Soviet oil and gas companies have been fucking-up everything in grand environmental 3-D style for the last 50 years. Yet, I still go there to make a buck.
Anyways...
I finished up my requisite 2-day rotation in just a little over 34 days (something about jet-lag, liquid lunches and time zone frippery...) and bid a hasty retreat to the fusty oilfields of Western Siberia.
I got thoroughly mandatorily tanked at the Novyy Urengoy hospitality suite ("Look! TWO bottles!") in the airport, brassed my way onto a VIP flight to Krasnoyarsk (4 hours distant by "jet"; remember, this is early post-wall-fall-down Aeroflot we're talking about here) and headed ever eastward. I was to meet my good friend and comrade-in-bars Ivan, and we were going to go rafting, drinking, fishing, drinking, hunting and drinking our way up the Yenisei River, an absolutely wonderful waterway that has yet to be up-fucked by the local industrial populace.
I deplaned at the local aerodrome at 0900 and immediately kami-kaze'd-in on the lounge. I wasn't even into my third double vodka and vodka cocktail ("Well", I rationalized, "It's got to be noon somewhere...") when Ivan bursts into the room and grabs me in a rib-crushing bear hug.
"Hello, Ivan (watch the cigar...)".
"DOCTOR of ROCK! Good you come back. I know where you be! Come. We go now!"
I could see Ivan's English lessons were beginning to pay off handsomely.
He trundled me off to his pride and joy, an absolutely decrepit-from-the-factory vehicular monstrosity called a Niva Lada (the Soviet's attempt to Xerox a Fiat). Ivan's not quite my size (at just an angstrom or two over five feet tall), and he fits the Niva rather well. I, at 20 stone and 4.8925E^-15 light years height, did not.
With a little liquid encouragement and Ivan's incessant chortling, I managed to shoehorn myself into the car; aside a 2 cases of vodka, a case of cognac, batches and batches of beer ("Strong. Russian import.") and the ever present Siberian brand of Doritos (red caviar flavor).
My gear, tack and equipment for this fiasco in the making was securely roped to the roof of the car, with the most robust of Russian rope. If it's anything like the robustness of their edifices, the East Siberian countryside would soon be littered with North Face, Abercrombie and Fitch, and Coleman.
Not an auspicious beginning.
We left Krasnoyarsk, and pointed the Niva in a generally northward direction. As soon as we left Krasnoyarsk proper, the road did the same. What would pass for an intershire turnpath in the Middle Ages now turned into merely a pair of well-potholed ruts, filled with the most amazingly finely-grained manure-colored dust.
It was truly an exciting experience to be hurtling along in a vehicle as soundly constructed as a Fisher-Price Battleship, to be snuck-up upon by 28-wheelers loaded with pulp wood and piloted by newly-emigrated drivers getting paid by the load. What would be the cause of either a multiple fatality accident or impromptu gunfight in Houston, is merely the way these characters, to loosely use the word, drive. "Careen" is more appropriate. We spent more time traveling laterally than a sidewinder rattlesnake in a dust storm.
After 350 klicks or so of this nonsense, we slalomed into a wide spot in the road known as Yenesisk, Ivan's hometown. Only 5 more kilometers to Ivan's dacha and I could unfold out of the car and see if any part of my gear made it intact. Wonder of wonders, it was all there, but stained a most ghastly shade of yellow-gray; from the aforementioned dust.
"Great", I thought, "I've been inhaling this crap for the last 6 hours. I should be able to cough up an outcrop."
Ivan unties the ropes and begins tossing my gear dacha-ward.
"Easy, Ivan.” I implore, "I don't want you to break the gift I've brought you."
"Ah! You remember!"
"Indeed I did. You wanted me to bring you some of my 'dangerous brown liquor'. Right?"
Ivan, glancing skyward, "Some type of bird?"
"Yep. Both 'Famous Grouse' and 'Wild Turkey'."
I had an impromptu taste test designed.
After we unpacked and settled in for the 'night', (remember, it never gets dark here in the summer) and after a ration of ukha (the Soviet's attempt to Xerox gumbo), we broke out the glassware and fired up a brace of Turkmenistan double maduro cigars.
"First. An unprepossessing little number from the Isle of Scots; peat moss division. I think you'll be amused by its presumptions."
Ivan did his best to keep an open mind, although the grimace on his face made evident what I had always maintained.
"Strange taste. Strange smell, like taiga in summer.” Ivan summarized.
I have always admired Ivan's analytical abilities.
"Now, try this, Ivan. A supernal little potable from the Land of bangtails and Bluegrass.", as I proffered him a flagon of Kentucky's finest.
Ivan did his best to keep an open mind, although the grimace on his face made evident what I could have never imagined.
"And...you...like...this?", Ivan inquired.
I was crestfallen.
"Well, yes.” I stammered, "In fact, I like it very, very much."
"Too American.” Ivan noted. "Too dark to be Russian. Too heavy. Too говно…."
"Ivan?” I inquired.
"Da?"
"Gimme back my cigar."
We both broke up over this as Ivan rummages through his dacha (Note: Ivan is married, has 5 children and works as a geophysicist for the local Geofizika. He has a relatively modern home in the heart of downtown Eniseisk (pop.: 35,000), but a Russian "dacha" is the equivalent of the summer home in the Hamptons, a Wisconsin deer-camp, and Gulf Coast bait station all rolled into one. It is a place of almost austere inconvenience, typically without electricity, running water or indoor plumbing (perfect score for Ivan's place).
It's where Russians go to tend their garden, get away-from-it-all or bring slightly befuddled Ex-Pats who smoke huge cigars and drink vast quantities of booze without alienating the wife. Ivan begins rummaging around for something that we both enjoy. He finds a bottle of Moscovskaya and we proceed to send it to that place where happily drained bottles go when they're empty.
The next morning broke early; really early if you consider that here the sun hasn't enough sense to go down at night (I know, I know. The sun doesn't "go down at night", but, hey, I never claimed to be inerrant). The Yenisei River is one of the four grand rivers of Russia. It is an absolutely huge piece of slowly northward flowing water, roughly twice the width of the Mississippi in this location, pristine and absolutely teeming with fish. It is also only about 100 meters from Ivan's dacha.
Lucky for us.
We drag all our camping gear, potables, drinkables, fishing gear and a lonely bag of Siberian "damned-if-they're-not-Doritos" (what we will do with all this food still remains a mystery) into our expedition canoe and trailing "pack mule" inflatable raft. I gaze across the river, still clad in its early-morning, now just lifting, fog. It's achingly beautiful. The glass-like surface is only broken by the occasional water-skimmer bird and the soft 'thud' of insects hitting the surface.
The insects.
Insects in Siberia during the summer are like none anywhere else on the planet. To compensate them for the short growing season, evolution has balanced the scales by making them A.) large, 2.) impervious to assault and iii.) voracious.
The mosquitoes are brazen and will drain you dry if you are crazy enough to go out unprotected. The "soldiers" are Kaiser-roll sized horseflies with a taste for flesh. Like anything else relating to the military, they're somewhat slow. But mashing them on your arm is almost as gruesome as being chewed on by one of the little blighters. Finally, the best and most fun of Siberian nasties are the black gnats ("no-see-ums" to us in the know).
Absolutely brazen, and brave by the billions, little fuckers that will drive you to distraction with their incessant penchant for buzzing and flying into every available orifice. Trust me, you learn to piss quickly out in the old Sever 40. The locals rely on liberal dermal applications of bear grease to check these pests. I opt for something a bit less 12’Th century: 100% DEET. They seem to like that just swell. Next time, I'll know better and pack my trusty sawed-off double-barreled 10 gauge.
After securing all our gear into the aft raft, we shove off in our rather outsized touring canoe. Summer's in full swing in Siberia by now and we are treated by sightings of moose, elk, caribou, bear and other potential lunchables as we float lazily downriver. Ivan rigs up a couple of fishing rods and tells me that we'd better stock up now, that later the river gets to be too fast for comfortable fishing.
"You want to run that one by me again, Ivan?"
"Later. River goes through narrows. Right through Precambrian section, Riphean limes and Vendian sands. Such ripples! Very narrow, very fast."
"Um, Ivan.” suddenly becoming slightly uneasy, "You never mentioned anything about white-water on this trip..."
"White water to go with white nights!” bellowed Ivan, sniggering hysterically.
I was less than amused. But, I rationalized, he's lived here all his life and knows the river. I shouldn't be worried... I shouldn't be worried...should I?
The days ticked by desultorily. We'd fish, have our Sunrisers, paddle a bit, grab a cold beer, fall in the river, well-nigh freeze our collective nuts off, nearly drown, and laugh hysterically. The usual. At night, we'd camp on either the shore of the river or on some islands that I'm sure have never seen a Westerner, and probably not a Russian, since before the days of the Peter the Great. All this was straight 220 unfiltered VAC for the psyche. It was like I'd been recharged. No phones, no faxes, no computers.
The third day out we grew increasingly concerned by the ominous sounds we heard that seemed to be creeping up on us.
"What the hell is that noise?” I asked Ivan.
"Not sure.” explained Ivan, "Probably just imagination."
"Both of us?” I thought.
After a few hours, our imagination produced the generator of our hallucination. It was a cruise ship, the type of which regularly ply their way up and down most of Russia's larger rivers. Not huge like a Carnival cruise ship, but no slouch in size, either. I wanted to give bloody the thing a wide berth. Ivan, on the other hand, seemed intent on boarding, pillaging and taking no prisoners.
"We can trade them some fish. Maybe for vodka.” Ivan explained.
"Why? We've got near a case left...” realizing my mistake as I lifted the lid of the box.
"God Damn Russian bottles...” I complained. "Every one of the damn things has a hole in it!"
Ivan snickered in agreement.
We paddled out to mid-river, and generally made enough noise and waved our oars that not only did the bridge crew see us, they probably thought we were trying to beat the river into submission.
They rang three bells and slowed from flank speed, allowing us to swing alongside and heave to. Considering the wake of the thing, heave three and four as well.
We tied up with a line tossed by one of the able-bodied river-men. Ivan scampers up the ladder and begins a most animated, and gesticulatory, conversation with a group of the crew.
"Ah, Ivan. You think you could throw me the FUCKING ROPE?” I said as Ivan's knot tying ability, or, more specifically, the lack thereof, became evident.
Tying off, I clamber up the rickety ladder, so rickety in fact, that I nearly dropped my drink and cigar. Nearly. Ivan's obviously having a good time haggling with the crew, so I decide to take a wander around the ship and see who is home.
Wonder of wonders, I hear English being spoken, (after 6 weeks in country, English here sounds as foreign as Ferengi in a spaceport bar). Around whatever merchies call corners on their boats and up the ladder to the topdeck or whatever the merchies call the uppermost flat area of the boat, I see a group of what have to be Westerners (the garish Hawaiian shirts, sandals and black socks betrayed them immediately).
"So?” I inquired, "You all from the States?"
"Hey!” one of the crowd exclaimed, "You speak English. You American?"
Another bunch with a keen grasp of the obvious. I can only hope this isn't another church group.
"Yep.", I replied, "American as apple pie and napalm. Where are you guys from?", dangling participles all over the scenery.
"Us. Eh? We're not American, eh."
"Let me guess. Canadian, right?"
"Yeah, eh! How'd you know, eh?"
"Call it an inspired guess..."
Turns out that this was a group of Canadian film makers somehow tied up with the National Film Board of Canada, in country making a documentary about Russia's interior, its rivers and people. It was supposed to be the flip-side of life in Moscow, all pastoral and rustic; but it seemed to me that they were more intent on sampling every brand of vodka
Russia had to offer.
Soul mates.
They bade me to sit in with them and share a libation. I, being the ambassador of international amity and booze, could scarcely decline. They had a thousand-and-one questions. "How long have you been in Russia? How do you find the food? Where's a good cathouse in Moscow?" The usual.
As an added bonus, they had an expense account the likes of which I thought only us oil-folks could dream up. Like Ford Prefect at the Elvis Lounge, these characters were intent on seeing how many zeros they could pile up to the left of the decimal place.
Amid toasts (I demonstrated to them the role of 'Tamandar' (Russian toastmaster)), we proceeded to toast nearly everything in sight and probably a few billion errant brain cells as well. We were just about to toast Thursday ("Hey. Only comes once a week...") when Ivan stumbles up.
"Rock. Have made deal with crew. We can have case vodka, case beer and two hams."
"Hey, that's great Ivan. How many fish do we have to trade them?"
"Ah. Um. Well. No fish."
"No fish?"
"Ah. Um. Well. Yes. No fish."
"If no fish, how many rubles do I have to part with?"
"Um. No rubles..."
"Dollars?"
"Um. No dollars."
"Ivan. Listen carefully. What's this going to cost us?"
"Oh. Not much. Just one box cigars."
Oh, well, that's different...I didn't know you brought any cigars, the way you keep filching mine."
"Oh, you make big joke."
I wasn't laughing.
Seems my comrade has swapped one of my last 5 boxes of Turkmenistan hand-rolleds for the potables and smoked & cured pig parts.
"Is good! They wanted two boxes!"
I managed to keep up the "Damn. You traded MY cigars for what?" act for only a couple of minutes. Ivan, seeing that I wasn't at all upset but was giving him grief, responded with the classic "Rock...you son of bitch."
The Canadians were completely perplexed with all this. What they thought was going to be a bare knuckle boxing match ended up with even more toasts, this time in Russian.
It was good.
We stayed on the ship overnight, in fact, we didn't have much choice. Rather difficult to board a pitching canoe when the whole world itself is pitching. Trust me to mix vodka, kumiss and cognac again.
Sometime the next morning, we all sobered up enough to bid our friends a fond farewell and head off up river. The cruise ship was about to do an about-face and head back to Krasnoyarsk, and we still had a shitload of more klicks to cover.
With our new provisions (and minus one box of cigars), we headed ever northward. After a day of lazily floating up river, the ominous sound once again returned. No imagination this time, Ivan identified it as the sound of the Yenisei River as it goes over 'Blood Falls'. Lovely little moniker, there. Seems that a group of miners in the late 1800's tangled, somewhat unsuccessfully, with these falls. Hence the name.
"Um, Ivan, We're not going to duplicate the feat the earlier explorers attempted, are we?"
"Ha! No. Must walk around falls."
Portage.
Great.
Yet another little detail Ivan forgot to mention.
After a half dozen quick 6 kilometer walks around the falls (which were agonizingly beautiful, but, oh so dangerous), we settled back into our northward drift.
The river changed demeanor at this point. What was a wide, calm, flat and portly body of water went to Vic Tanney’s for a tone up. The river narrowed, got quicker, meaner, and much, much taller.
"Oh. Ivan?” I inquired, "You've traveled these rapids before?"
"Oh, yes.” he calmly replied, "But up river it gets really rough."
As he says that, we are caroming around boulders the size of minibuses, and the flat, fertile Siberian steppe riverside gave way to ever heightening sheer rock cliffs.
"Damn. There must be some great geology there.” I thought.
But we were going by a far too rapid of rate to see anything smaller than a good-sized office building.
"Now! This is where fun begins!” hollers Ivan, the river fairly effectively drowning out his whoops.
Like a Ping-Pong ball in an automatic washer, we were being bounced hither and yon. Up the side of one boulder, down the backside of another.
Lucky for me I had foregone breakfast, for at this time I'm sure I'd be chumming for lenok.
Ivan had the helm and did an admirable job of keeping us from being killed. After 15 or so minutes of all this, I relaxed slightly, appreciative that I might just survive this.
I should have known better.
I realized something was askew when I noticed this rather outsized pinnacle of rock between Ivan and myself. What was even more curious was that what was once a straight canoe now defied all Euclidian space and was now something resembling a large Moebius strip.
In other words, we wrapped our canoe around a rock like a Rebel drunk wraps a '65 Caddy around a telephone pole.
As providence would have it, our pack raft broke loose, but got wedged in some rocks only a few hundred meters or so upriver. Wedged, yes. Wedged and rapidly deflating. Luckily, the water here was only waist deep (although testicle-freezing and blisteringly swift), and we were able to, after a series of hilariously slippery pratfalls, to abandon our boomerang shaped canoe, gather what gear had not already slipped upriver and scrabble to a small, sandy shore.
"Well. That was fun. Now what?” I wondered aloud.
"Looks like we walk.” replies Ivan, ever the pragmatist.
What in the West would be grounds for a mammoth piece of litigation was over here a minor inconvenience.
"We had better see if we can retrieve the pack raft.” I observed.
"Difficult. Better leave it.", noted Ivan.
"But my cigars are in that raft, as well as the last of the vodka..."
We built a campfire to dry our clothes after Ivan had dove in and struggled to the raft. I had to follow to pull Ivan back to shore. The raft was a total loss (scoria is not terribly charitable to inflated rubber crafts), but we rescued my cigars, our fishing and camping gear, some food and the ever important vodka.
We took stock of our stock and I again wondered aloud "Now what?"
"We walk. Not far, only 100 kilometers."
"Dandy". I thought. Oh, well. It's not so bad. We have enough food, camping gear and sturdy boots. So I'll be a bit late getting back (we were to meet an Eniseigeophysicia Hind 20 in Kuretjka about exactly 100 klicks upriver). Precisely at the half-way point, we get marooned.
Resigned to our fate, we have a fine dinner of freshly caught lenok (local pike-type fish) and sit back with a fine cigar and a dram or eightyu-three of vodka and marvel at the bluffs of the Yenisei.
The next morning (hard to tell when the sun hasn't the sense to set) found us backpacking out of the canyon (for the lack of a better term) and heading generally southward. It was a bit unnerving to be someplace without a single vestige of human habitation, let alone civilization. No telephone wires, power lines, transmission towers, roads, nothing.
At this point I began to wish that I had not left my Kalishnikov 9.72mm pistol back at Ivan's dacha. There are nasties out here, other than the bugs; wolverines, bears and the occasional rogue reindeer. I hoped my cigar would keep them, as well as the fucking mosquitoes, at bay.
Day two of our forced march south found us still in good spirits (we had lugged along 8 liters of vodka each) and going slightly daffy from the lack of any sort of modern conveniences and an oversupply of insects.
That afternoon, after a hasty riverbank lunch of yaws and goiters, we came upon something about as expected as a laser-guided flying submarine.
A temple.
No shit! Out here in the middle of an absolutely forested beyond compare, of nowhere Siberia, stood a Buddhist temple
I shook my head and promised to go lighter on the hooch. Blinked once or twice, and asked Ivan if I was hallucinating or was that in fact a real temple.
Ivan didn't flinch.
"Yes. Is Buddhist place. They all over Siberia, but most close down after Revolution."
"You mean the 1990 revolution, right?"
"Nyet. 1917."
Damn.
It was then that we noticed the oddball in the flowing saffron-colored robes who was carrying a bunch of fish towards the temple.
"Hmph. Looks like this is one that's still in business. Let's go see."
We wandered over towards the priest, rabbi, guru, monk, or whatever-the-hell they call Buddhist adherents. Strange thing though, the faster we walked, the faster he walked the opposite way. By the time we reached the outline of the compound, we were in a flat run.
"Piss on this", I puffed. "We'll catch up with him later."
It was nearly noon, and we settled in to a quick lunch of blini and ukha (again...), poured a couple of double-double rounds of Russkaya and fired up another one of my now famous stogies, and contemplated our next move.
"What the blinkered hell is a Buddhist temple doing out here?” I asked Ivan.
"Many years ago", Ivan explained, "Buddhist people were persecuted by local peoples to the south." Seems the locals, with their animistic religions, were as keen on Buddhists as PETA is on McClintock Beef.
"And they were forced out of China and Mongolia.", Ivan continued. "The traveled northward" (I'm transliterating this, Ivan's still on English lesson #3), "and settled in areas that they thought were unpopulated. They built their temples and such from the local forests and basically kept to themselves. Over time, they were accepted by the local tribals as relatively innocuous; and all live together in mutual, although distant, cooperation."
"Much land here.” Ivan continued. "Too much to worry about. Buddhists were good and quiet people. They adapted to the north and the north people accepted them."
"What language do they speak", I asked Ivan.
"Mostly some sort of Chinese, Russian and English.” Ivan reported.
"English?” I fairly goggled.
"Radio.", explained Ivan.
"Radio? Explain."
"They, after many years, after Great Patriotic War, acquired generators. They provide generators to drive the prayer wheels and light shrines."
This is true, although I felt like I just slid into Azimov's "Nine Billion Names of God".
"And then, after electricity, came radios, mostly shortwave."
"Well, now what?” I asked Ivan, who was intent on killing another few billion more itinerant brain cells than discussing Marconi’s invention.
"Let's go and see. They good people. They like visitors."
"Yeah, sure.” I mused, "I'll wager they get a bunch out here in an area that's hardly been satellite mapped, much less laid out in an AAA brochure."
We broke our impromptu camp ("Pack out your trash", Old Russian saying), and sallied forth to infiltrate their domain and see just what was happening in the Siberian Buddhist world.
Through the ornately carved lintels and jambs of the encampment we went. I felt like a stranger in a very strange land.
"Odd", I thought, "It seems that there's no one home."
We wandered around the camp like Neil and Buzz on their NASA provided field trip.
"Where is everyone?” I asked.
"Oh, they are here. They worry. Probably think we are RVS or KGB."
"Since when does the KGB go wandering around the countryside half-in-the-bag and smoking cigars?" I asked Ivan.
"True", agreed Ivan, "They smoke Beleomorkanals. [Truly awful Russian cigarettes]".
Past wooden huts, wooden ashrams, and ornately carved also wooden icons we tramped.
Around a corner and smack into a group of 100 or so characters right out of the India scene of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind".
"Hello! Zdrastvweetcha! How's it going?” I'm nothing if not an ambassadorial polyglot.
A truly ancient character ambled over to us (probably in fact all of 60 years old). He was looking at Ivan.
"Russian?” he asked.
"Half right.” I replied. "You speak English?"
"You are not Russian.” he observed, with a keen eye for the obvious.
"Are you German?” directing a question at me.
"Well, my ancestors were.” I replied as Ivan snorted in the background.
He stiffened. I could tell he was positively terrified. "Of what?” I wondered.
We're just two totally unkempt, probably malodorous, bewhiskered characters toting a good portion of an Academy sporting goods store and a small Houston liquor store, smoking absolutely huge cigars.
"I am an American. My compatriot is Russian, but first a Siberian."
He relaxed a bit. But then froze stone rigid.
"American? With beard. Geologist?"
"Yes sir, you are correct."
"Oil company?"
"No. I'm not an oil company, but I work for one."
I found out later this is like admitting to being spotted-owl eating Oil Field Trash at an Earth First! Meeting.
"But I'm on vacation."
"You are not here on survey?"
"Nope. Like I said, we are on vacation."
"Vacation?” he replied, "In East Siberia?"
I have to admit, he did have a point.
"We were rafting on the Yenisei and got marooned. We hiked out and saw your place. We come in peace..." (Only now realizing how ridiculous that sounded...)
"Yep. Oil folks are a weird bunch."
I could see by his demeanor that he heartily agreed.
"Then you are welcome. Come, share your burden."
I already liked this guy.
We dropped our packs and extended the handshake of true friendship. I couldn't help but notice that we were under the cynosure of all eyes at this point.
"Meyna zavoot Rock."
I was greeted by a curious look.
"I thought that you might speak Russian."
"Is that what that was?” the leader asked.
No respect.
"I'm Doc Rocknocker, and this is my compatriot and drinking buddy Ivan. I work for KulOil and he works for Eniseigeofizika. We're friends out on a trek."
"I am Sakha. I am an elder of this set."
"And I am very pleased to meet you." I filled him in on our travails of the last week or so, although I must admit, he did appear rather skeptical.
"Only a fool or drunkard would attempt the river here."
"Hello?” I replied. "You called?"
"Somehow", Sakha replied, "That seemed appropriate."
About that time, some robe-clad character walked by with a meager bundle of fish.
"What's that?” I asked, "Lunch?"
"It is his time to provide for the clan", Sakha explained, "Troubling. That is a week's catch."
"That's it? Well, how does one fish around here?” I inquired.
"We set nets. But the water is so rough that when we get a number of fish, the nets tear. It is too far to walk to calm water. It is most unsettling." "Ever tried one of these?” I asked pulling out a balanced Shakespeare popping rod/bait casting combo.
"I have never seen such a device. How does it work?” blinked Sakha.
If ever there was an invitation to go fishing, this was the time.
Off we trundled, myself, Ivan, Sakha and a dozen or monks in tow to a likely looking spot in the river.
"See. It's not at all difficult.” I said, tying on a Mepps Meteor spinner.
They fairly goggled at my casting and retrieves. They cast aspirant glances as I repeated the scenario. They chuckled as I continued to do so without as much as a rise to my offerings.
Then they gazed in open-mouthed admiration as I landed an 8 kilo lenok.
"But, you made no offering.” complained Sakha, "Why do fish bite this?"
"What do you offer them by your nets, other than an invitation to the ukha pot?"
Puzzlement stirred the crowd, along with not a few nodding heads.
"It has to do with piscine territoriality, hunger and a severely bad case of attitude."
He accepted this, and the lenok, as we popped a cold one, lit huge cigars (at least, Ivan and I did) and settled in for an afternoon's fishing.
We fished the river for about 5 hours (and 3 cigars and two or six bottles of vodka) and presented our friends a batch of pike, perch and other Siberian finny unidentifiables. They were most appreciative and, I might add, rather impressed. We also presented them one each of my rapidly diminishing stores of cigars.
Seems like we wandered into an enclave of "Jack-Buddhists", as they also accepted, quite readily, thank you very much, our offer of a few hundred billion picoliters of potables.
"I thought you folk were denied the finer things in life?” I asked Sakha.
"Typically, yes.” he explained, "But is not every day that guests arrive. It would be ungracious, and irreverent, for us to refuse your hospitality."
"Well", I thought, "A truly evolving religion. And rather convenient."
I liked this place more by the hour.
We bundled up our gear and trundled ourselves up the well-worn path back to...I never did figure out what they called their place...Home? Camp? Base?
Whatever. On the way, Sakha informed me that there was to be a meal in our honor later that evening. We were shown to an abode (what else can you call a basic four-wall structure without running water, electricity or indoor plumbing? Somehow dacha didn't seem appropriate) where we were told we could rest while evening prayers were said and the banquet prepared.
After a couple of trips to the river to wash up (that river is cold and there was at least a fire in our hovel) and a few toddies for internal antifreeze, we were almost feeling (but probably not looking) human again.
"Ivan?” I asked, "Have you ever been to one of these shindigs before? I mean, do you have any idea what to expect?"
"Nyet, Rock.” came the answer. "I have never been to one, but have heard that they last many hours."
Looks like another long night for the intrepid duo.
Sakha showed up at that point and escorted us to the largest building in the compound, a fairly cavernous dwelling bereft of any sort of furniture save and except for a low table which was surprisingly decorated with an ample assortment of eatables and drinkables.
"Come. Here. Sit.” beseeched Sakha.
I had noticed during our stay the total lack of women in the camp. I asked Sakha if this was a men's-only club.
No answer, but I did get the most peculiar look from him; sort of cross between a leer, smirk and grin.
After a few obligatory prayers, the lot of us were bade to dig in and chow down. Not wanting to appear disagreeable, I did. I am simply astonished by the variety of foods that can be had simply by walking outside in the forest. There was fish of several varieties, the ever present ukha, pickled mushrooms, squirrel, duck, unidentifiable types of fruit (I think), kvass (where they kept the horses is still a mystery), nuts (pine, acorns (I passed on this one), and some other types of which I have no idea of their pedigree), some type of smoked meat (tasty, but I didn't ask if it was previously named 'Rover'), breads of every description; a veritable cornucopia of Siberian goodies. There was even some sort of candy-like sweetmeat made from tree- sap (Maple? Damned if I know); chewy as hell but rather savory. They also had some low-octane homebrew made from bogberries (like cranberries, but smaller and tarter).
Then, after the first course...
Yep. This was a typical Russian meal ordeal. I realized that this was going to drag out for some hours.
Course two was separated from course one by stretching, a bit of walking about and some light idle chatter. Then course two was served.
Now I understood Sakha. The next succession of incredible edibles were served by some absolutely exquisite, though exclusively petite, women, all fitted out in their traditional garb (actually, rather Chinese-Mongolian-Tibet-Uzbek-Silk Route-Thai-Oriental-sort of skimpy (and sheer) silks and unequivocally handsome hand-sewn brocade).
"Ah.", sighed Sakha, "Next course and entertainment. It has arrived."
"Entertainment?” I wondered. After this little parade of gorgeous femininity, my dirty-old-man impression wasn’t an impression, it was genuine.

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Shipping is every week on Fridays.
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NEW ADDED Moonalisa, many HoG samples, Nava samples and partials. 🎀 Indicates newly added

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 18$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

🎀Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist 8$ 1/3 bottle
💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Diamond's Gong A celestial hymn, singing to Earth from fifty light years away: ten billion-trillion-trillion-carats of glittering white musk, with cognac, tagetes, white champaca, Gum Arabic, and davana.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.

LE imps/unimpables

3$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🎀Baghdad: Resurrected Amber, saffron and bergamot with mandarin, nutmeg, Bulgar rose, musk and sandalwood.
🎀Bread-and-Butterfly: Resurrected Bread, lightly buttered, with weak tea, cream, and a lump of white sugar.
🔹Cottonmouth Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🎀Dionysia Wild plum, pomegranate, raspberry, Siamese benzoin, plum blossom, patchouli, frankincense, and mahogany
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🎀Pink Moon (2017) This Lunar blend is soft with phlox, tulip, daffodil, pink columbine, delphinium, pink carnation, peony, and muscari, dusted with pink sugar and honey, bourbon vanilla and a touch of the first strawberries of the season.
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🎀The Crescent Moon Gleaming amber and copal with white sage and sheer juniper.
🎀The Crown The three phases of the moon fashioned into a lunar triregnum: blue chamomile, mugwort, and orris root.
🎀The Eternal Virgin White carnation, cardamom pod, and honey milk.
🎀Venom: Resurrected Darkly seductive and lethally compelling: sinuous oponax, galbanum, dark wild berries, a drop of lush jasmine and a sliver of lime.
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🍓Nice, 4oz 24$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

2$ each
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🎀Dead Leaves and Blueberry Chypre 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 4ml decant by Ajevie

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 18$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
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🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 13$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

2ml Samples from NA

8$ each
✴️black frankincense
🎀Dracula
🎀Phantom

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

15$
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.
🏜️High Desert 13$ Desert Sage, Ceremonial White Sage, Sandalwood, Mitti, Cacti, Indian Tobacco, Prickly Pear Cactus, Hay, Smoke, Labdanum

2,5ml EdP sprayer

7$
🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (creamy scrub)

🍫Chocolate Strudel 8,50$ Delicious chocolate & coconut, with a hint of flaky buttery pastry!

Haus of Gloi

Atmo spray

🍓 Strawberry marshmallow 8$ Clouds of marshmallow fluff dotted with sun ripened strawberries.

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
🎀Banana Taffy 2,50$ 🎀Coconut Cheesecake 2,50$ 🎀Dragon's Heart 🎀Easy Daisy 🎀Hideout ✨Honeybelle 🎀Kamala 🎀Lucky Cat ✨Mango Sticky Rice 1$ 🎀Marshmallow Rose 🎀Peach Mama 🎀Rose City ✨Ruth 🎀Sol ✨Spice Cookie 1$ ✨sweet potato treat 1$ 🎀Zazz
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Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Shipping is every week on Fridays.
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NEW ADDED Moonalisa, many HoG samples, Nava samples and partials. 🎀 Indicates newly added

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 18$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

🎀Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist 8$ 1/3 bottle
💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.

LE imps/unimpables

3$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🎀Baghdad: Resurrected Amber, saffron and bergamot with mandarin, nutmeg, Bulgar rose, musk and sandalwood.
🎀Bread-and-Butterfly: Resurrected Bread, lightly buttered, with weak tea, cream, and a lump of white sugar.
🔹Cottonmouth Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🎀Dionysia Wild plum, pomegranate, raspberry, Siamese benzoin, plum blossom, patchouli, frankincense, and mahogany
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🎀Pink Moon (2017) This Lunar blend is soft with phlox, tulip, daffodil, pink columbine, delphinium, pink carnation, peony, and muscari, dusted with pink sugar and honey, bourbon vanilla and a touch of the first strawberries of the season.
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🎀The Crescent Moon Gleaming amber and copal with white sage and sheer juniper.
🎀The Crown The three phases of the moon fashioned into a lunar triregnum: blue chamomile, mugwort, and orris root.
🎀The Eternal Virgin White carnation, cardamom pod, and honey milk.
🎀Venom: Resurrected Darkly seductive and lethally compelling: sinuous oponax, galbanum, dark wild berries, a drop of lush jasmine and a sliver of lime.
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🍓Nice, 4oz 26$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

2$ each
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🎀Dead Leaves and Blueberry Chypre 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 4ml decant by Ajevie

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 18$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
☀️Diamond Sun 15$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 12$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
✨Night Thoughts 22$ Gold Santalum, Santalum Absolute, Papyrus accord, Indian Teakwood Essence, Bay Rum, Kobalt and Crystalline with a touch of Japanese White Tangerine Skin. The Ian Gray Collection
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

Mini bottle, 3ml, Ajevie

🎀White Amber Beetle13$ a new Amber Beetle! White Amber Absolute, Amber Resin, Rock Rose, White Sandalwood, White Patchouli, Vanilla Bean extract and a drop of Crimson Musk Spring

2ml Samples from NA

8$ each
✴️black frankincense
🎀Dracula
🎀Phantom

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

15$
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.

2,5ml EdP sprayer

7$
🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (creamy scrub)

🍫Chocolate Strudel 8,50$ Delicious chocolate & coconut, with a hint of flaky buttery pastry!

Haus of Gloi

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
🎀Banana Taffy 2,50$ 🎀Coconut Cheesecake 2,50$ 🎀Dragon's Heart 🎀Easy Daisy 🎀Hideout ✨Honeybelle 🎀Kamala 🎀Lucky Cat ✨Mango Sticky Rice 1$ 🎀Marshmallow Rose 🎀Peach Mama 🎀Rose City ✨Ruth 🎀Sol ✨Spice Cookie 1$ ✨sweet potato treat 1$ 🎀Zazz
I got a ton of GC and LE bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht, Sucreabeille and cocoa pink drams, for details on notes please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 27th July.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/LAbrvb0)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 8$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED Moonalisa, many HoG samples, OLLA imps, 13, Nice Atmo and pecan pie. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 18$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

🎀Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist 10$ 1/3 bottle
💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🎀Baghdad: Resurrected Amber, saffron and bergamot with mandarin, nutmeg, Bulgar rose, musk and sandalwood.
🎀Bread-and-Butterfly: Resurrected Bread, lightly buttered, with weak tea, cream, and a lump of white sugar.
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🎀Pink Moon (2017) This Lunar blend is soft with phlox, tulip, daffodil, pink columbine, delphinium, pink carnation, peony, and muscari, dusted with pink sugar and honey, bourbon vanilla and a touch of the first strawberries of the season.
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🎀The Crescent Moon Gleaming amber and copal with white sage and sheer juniper.
🎀The Crown The three phases of the moon fashioned into a lunar triregnum: blue chamomile, mugwort, and orris root.
🎀The Eternal Virgin White carnation, cardamom pod, and honey milk.
🎀Venom: Resurrected Darkly seductive and lethally compelling: sinuous oponax, galbanum, dark wild berries, a drop of lush jasmine and a sliver of lime.
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion 3$ Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🍓Nice, 4oz 26$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 2$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🎀Dead Leaves and Blueberry Chypre 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 18$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 20$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 15$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 12$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
✨Night Thoughts 22$ Gold Santalum, Santalum Absolute, Papyrus accord, Indian Teakwood Essence, Bay Rum, Kobalt and Crystalline with a touch of Japanese White Tangerine Skin. The Ian Gray Collection
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

2ml Samples from NA

✴️black frankincense 8$ Earthy and Mysterious Boswellia Carterii of Egypt, Frankincense EO of India, Frankincense EO of Arabia, Deep aged Black Egyptian Musk of Aswan and White Egyptian Musk. Desecrated Tomb

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

each 15$
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (creamy scrub)

🍫Chocolate Strudel 8,50$ Delicious chocolate & coconut, with a hint of flaky buttery pastry!

Haus of Gloi

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
🎀Banana Taffy 2,50$ 🎀Coconut Cheesecake2,50$ 🎀Dragon's Heart 🎀Easy Daisy 🎀Hideout ✨Honeybelle 🎀Kamala 🎀Lucky Cat ✨Mango Sticky Rice (2)1$ 🎀Marshmallow Rose 🎀Peach Mama 🎀Rose City ✨Ruth 🎀Sol ✨Spice Cookie1$ ✨sweet potato treat1$ 🎀Zazz
I got a ton of GC and LE bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht, Sucreabeille and cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 20th July.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/LAbrvb0)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 8$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED Moonalisa, many Solstice Scents samples, glace, OLLA imps, 13, Nice Atmo, Luna sanguine and pecan pie. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 18$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion 3$ Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🍓Nice, 4oz 26$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 2$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 18$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 20$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 15$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 12$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
✨Night Thoughts 22$ Gold Santalum, Santalum Absolute, Papyrus accord, Indian Teakwood Essence, Bay Rum, Kobalt and Crystalline with a touch of Japanese White Tangerine Skin. The Ian Gray Collection
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

2ml Samples from NA

✴️black frankincense 8$ Earthy and Mysterious Boswellia Carterii of Egypt, Frankincense EO of India, Frankincense EO of Arabia, Deep aged Black Egyptian Musk of Aswan and White Egyptian Musk. Desecrated Tomb

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

each 15$
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (creamy scrub)

🍫Chocolate Strudel 8,50$ Delicious chocolate & coconut, with a hint of flaky buttery pastry!

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 2$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
✨Honeybelle ✨Mango Sticky Rice ✨Ruth ✨Spice Cookie ✨sweet potato treat
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht, Sucreabeille and cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 13th July.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/LAbrvb0)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 7$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED Moonalisa, many Solstice Scents samples, glace, OLLA imps, 13, Nice Atmo, Luna sanguine, pecan pie and Nava spring decants. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 18$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🏵️🌞Litha 2006 15$ Honey mead with honeysuckle, oak wood, ivy leaf, wild thyme, carnation, daisy, vervain, gum arabic, frankincense, yauhtli, and liquid copal.
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍑 Peach I 20$ Golden peach, tobacco absolute, tonka bean, and honey with a squirt of red musk. slightly below shoulder Dragon Con, 2013
🍑🌕 Peach Moon 25$ Dew-covered peach blossom, white tea, moonlit musk, night-blooming jasmine, ho wood, and chrysanthemum. A Little Lunacy
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌚The Magi: Gaspar of India 20$ Laotian oudh, labdanum, bourbon vanilla, red benzoin, and myrrh.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ava sheer vanilla musk with tuberose, red mandarin, and the sweet poison of white almond.
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.
🌟There's Water Here This place will rise again. The wisdom of eternity imparting a glimmer of hope through the grace of eternal renewal: the wild glory of nature bursting through cement, metal, and urban despair, purified by the waters of Lake St. Clair.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Exhausted Sailors Salt-splashed silk, spiced cedar, hinoki wood, sea musk, a strand of kelp and a squeeze of lime. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion 3$ Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🌿Aquae massage oil 4oz 14$ We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. elemental massage oils
🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🌹Luna Sanguinem, 4oz 22$ A dark, meditative bath experience, created to facilitate communion with your shadow self: Red rose petals, myrrh, bourbon vanilla, ambrette seed, styrax, and frankincense. Etsy
🍓Nice, 4oz 26$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 2$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Pickle Hair Gloss sample 2$ Liliths bright, bouncy, goofy Leo! A gleaming vanilla cream poof of coconut with a hint of tiare.

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 22$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 20$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 15$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 12$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

each 15$
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (scrub)

🍫Chocolate Strudel 8,50$ Delicious chocolate & coconut, with a hint of flaky buttery pastry!

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 2$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
✨Honeybelle A blooming orange orchard, orange blossom honey, soft white tea and creamy white amber.
✨Ruth Fresh strawberry, green patchouli, rose geranium and crushed violet leaf.
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht/cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 6th July.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/LAbrvb0)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 7$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED some Moonalisa, many Solstice Scents samples, glace, OLLA imps, 13, Nice Atmo, Luna sanguine, pecan pie and Nava spring decants. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🏵️🌞Litha 2006 15$ Honey mead with honeysuckle, oak wood, ivy leaf, wild thyme, carnation, daisy, vervain, gum arabic, frankincense, yauhtli, and liquid copal.
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍑 Peach I 20$ Golden peach, tobacco absolute, tonka bean, and honey with a squirt of red musk. slightly below shoulder Dragon Con, 2013
🍑🌕 Peach Moon 25$ Dew-covered peach blossom, white tea, moonlit musk, night-blooming jasmine, ho wood, and chrysanthemum. A Little Lunacy
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌚The Magi: Gaspar of India 20$ Laotian oudh, labdanum, bourbon vanilla, red benzoin, and myrrh.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ava sheer vanilla musk with tuberose, red mandarin, and the sweet poison of white almond.
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.
🌟There's Water Here This place will rise again. The wisdom of eternity imparting a glimmer of hope through the grace of eternal renewal: the wild glory of nature bursting through cement, metal, and urban despair, purified by the waters of Lake St. Clair.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Exhausted Sailors Salt-splashed silk, spiced cedar, hinoki wood, sea musk, a strand of kelp and a squeeze of lime. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion 3$ Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🌿Aquae massage oil 4oz 14$ We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. elemental massage oils
🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🌹Luna Sanguinem, 4oz22$ A dark, meditative bath experience, created to facilitate communion with your shadow self: Red rose petals, myrrh, bourbon vanilla, ambrette seed, styrax, and frankincense. Etsy
🍓Nice, 4oz 26$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 2$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Pickle Hair Gloss sample 2$ Liliths bright, bouncy, goofy Leo! A gleaming vanilla cream poof of coconut with a hint of tiare.

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 22$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 21$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 15$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 12$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

each 15$
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (scrub)

🍫Chocolate Strudel 8,50$ Delicious chocolate & coconut, with a hint of flaky buttery pastry!

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 2$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
✨Honeybelle A blooming orange orchard, orange blossom honey, soft white tea and creamy white amber.
✨Ruth Fresh strawberry, green patchouli, rose geranium and crushed violet leaf.
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht/cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 29th June.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/LAbrvb0)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 7$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED many Solstice Scents samples, glace, OLLA imps, 13, Nice Atmo, Luna sanguine, pecan pie and Nava spring decants. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 15$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 18$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 18$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 18$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 17$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods Minus one decant
🏵️🌞Litha 2006 15$ Honey mead with honeysuckle, oak wood, ivy leaf, wild thyme, carnation, daisy, vervain, gum arabic, frankincense, yauhtli, and liquid copal.
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍑 Peach I 20$ Golden peach, tobacco absolute, tonka bean, and honey with a squirt of red musk. slightly below shoulder Dragon Con, 2013
🍑🌕 Peach Moon 25$ Dew-covered peach blossom, white tea, moonlit musk, night-blooming jasmine, ho wood, and chrysanthemum. A Little Lunacy
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 18$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 20$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌚The Magi: Gaspar of India 20$ Laotian oudh, labdanum, bourbon vanilla, red benzoin, and myrrh.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 20$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 6$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Ava sheer vanilla musk with tuberose, red mandarin, and the sweet poison of white almond.
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.
🌟There's Water Here This place will rise again. The wisdom of eternity imparting a glimmer of hope through the grace of eternal renewal: the wild glory of nature bursting through cement, metal, and urban despair, purified by the waters of Lake St. Clair.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹2009: Wool Phoenix Cigar smoke wafting over Georgia peaches, black goat wool, and a dollop of Mason and Jenkins’ Port jelly. decant by Ajevie 15th Anniversary (2017)
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Chattering teeth Electric cherry and iced vanilla. prank 2017
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Exhausted Sailors Salt-splashed silk, spiced cedar, hinoki wood, sea musk, a strand of kelp and a squeeze of lime. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Frostbitten Bliss 3$ Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie 3$ With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🔹Sparkle and Glitter 2$ Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Whoopie Cushion 3$ Raspberry pulp with orange blossom, patchouli, and a pfffffft of red musk Prank : 2017
🔹Yule cookies 2$

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🌿Aquae massage oil 4oz 14$ We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. elemental massage oils
🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🌹Dix hair gloss, 1oz 8$ White rose, gilded carnation, brown oakmoss, and velvet oudh. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : Une Douzaine de Roses
🍫🌹L'Essence de L'Ardeur, 1oz 8$ Centifolia rose absolute, tea rose, bourbon vanilla, bittersweet chocolate, champaca resinoid, myrrh, nutmeg, pomegranate, and benzoin. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : The Faces of Eros
🌹Luna Sanguinem, 4oz22$ A dark, meditative bath experience, created to facilitate communion with your shadow self: Red rose petals, myrrh, bourbon vanilla, ambrette seed, styrax, and frankincense. Etsy
🍓Nice, 4oz 26$ As sweet as can be: spun sugar strawberries. Etsy
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 2$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Pickle Hair Gloss sample 2$ Liliths bright, bouncy, goofy Leo! A gleaming vanilla cream poof of coconut with a hint of tiare.

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 22$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 21$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 15$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 12$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

mini bottle from Ajevie, 3ml

🌟Joan d'Arc 12$ Black Honey and Rosewood, Temple Incense, Crystal, Vanilla Butter Cream, Kashmir and whole Georgian Vanilla Bean. spring collection

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

each 15$
🍑Chantilly cream Whipped Cream, Peach Nectar, Vanilla & Yellow Mandarin EO Spring
🍒Cherry Cordial Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Maraschino Cherries & Black Cherry. Contains Cocoa Absolute. Valentine's

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 13$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.
🌊Sea of Gray EDP 15$ Vanilla rain, saltwater, seaweed, ambergris (vegan), white amber, roasted seashells, white sandalwood, frangipani. Summer
🌞Sirocco 13$ Sandalwood, Saffron Threads, Hot Baked Earth, Myrrh, Spices, Oud & Jasmine summer collection

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.
☕🍫Postprandial Vanilla, Irish Cream, Coffee, Chocolate, Bourbon, Pipe Tobacco
🍵Russian Caravan 2018 Amber, smoked black tea, leather, pine resin, Earth, smoke, black currant, black pepper

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 2$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
✨Honeybelle A blooming orange orchard, orange blossom honey, soft white tea and creamy white amber.
✨Ruth Fresh strawberry, green patchouli, rose geranium and crushed violet leaf.
✨twice as nice Sweetest offerings of opulence! Buttery sugar cookie, with shavings of creamy coconut and topped with toasted almond slivers.
✨Vice Steam billows rolling off a vessel of fresh made Turkish coffee, marshmallow goo tainted by graham cracker crumbs, toasted hazelnuts and blanketed in black chocolate.
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht/cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 22th June.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/rG1H0Kg)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 7$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED some OLLA imps, 13, Il Bagatelle, pecan pie and Nava spring decants and HoG. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 16$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 22$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 20$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 20$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 24$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods
🏵️🌞Litha 2006 17$ Honey mead with honeysuckle, oak wood, ivy leaf, wild thyme, carnation, daisy, vervain, gum arabic, frankincense, yauhtli, and liquid copal.
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍑 Peach I 22$ Golden peach, tobacco absolute, tonka bean, and honey with a squirt of red musk. slightly below shoulder Dragon Con, 2013
🍑🌕 Peach Moon 25$ Dew-covered peach blossom, white tea, moonlit musk, night-blooming jasmine, ho wood, and chrysanthemum. A Little Lunacy
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🐝Quintessence of Dust 25$ The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistines portrait. minus 1 decant OLLA only lovers left alive
🍯The Gift 20$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 22$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌚The Magi: Gaspar of India 22$ Laotian oudh, labdanum, bourbon vanilla, red benzoin, and myrrh.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 22$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠2014: Silk Phoenix 5$ Chic vampires, Old West death parables, Moroccan spices, and futuristic assassins: gleaming black leather and dusty brown leather, chthonic smoke, and cold, gleaming metal meandering through a labyrinthine souk. 1 Decant in bottle Anniversary : 15th Anniversary (2017)
💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 7$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Adam His scent is a palette of somber colors, melancholy memories, and lupine, savage beauty: black leather, pale sandalwood, ambergris accord, and the memory of a long-lost Victorian fougère..
🌟Ava sheer vanilla musk with tuberose, red mandarin, and the sweet poison of white almond.
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.
🌟There's Water Here This place will rise again. The wisdom of eternity imparting a glimmer of hope through the grace of eternal renewal: the wild glory of nature bursting through cement, metal, and urban despair, purified by the waters of Lake St. Clair.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹2009: Wool Phoenix Cigar smoke wafting over Georgia peaches, black goat wool, and a dollop of Mason and Jenkins’ Port jelly. decant by Ajevie 15th Anniversary (2017)
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Chattering teeth Electric cherry and iced vanilla. prank 2017
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Exhausted Sailors Salt-splashed silk, spiced cedar, hinoki wood, sea musk, a strand of kelp and a squeeze of lime. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Frostbitten Bliss Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🔹Sparkle and Glitter Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Yule cookies

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🌿Aquae massage oil 4oz 14$ We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. elemental massage oils
🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🌹Dix hair gloss, 1oz 8$ White rose, gilded carnation, brown oakmoss, and velvet oudh. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : Une Douzaine de Roses
🍫🌹L'Essence de L'Ardeur, 1oz 8$ Centifolia rose absolute, tea rose, bourbon vanilla, bittersweet chocolate, champaca resinoid, myrrh, nutmeg, pomegranate, and benzoin. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : The Faces of Eros
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 2$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 2$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Swamp Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 3$
🔹Pickle Hair Gloss sample 2$ Liliths bright, bouncy, goofy Leo! A gleaming vanilla cream poof of coconut with a hint of tiare.

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 24$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 23$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 17$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 15$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

mini bottle from Ajevie, 3ml

🌟Joan d'Arc 12$ Black Honey and Rosewood, Temple Incense, Crystal, Vanilla Butter Cream, Kashmir and whole Georgian Vanilla Bean. spring collection

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.
💠🍯Saphir Miel A rich balsamic honey accord entices the olfactory with a longevity of days. A little goes a long way. Tempered by pure Italian Bergamot and Saphir Absolute, the black honey note fuses throughout the perfume notes.

Solstice scents

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 14$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.
🌞Sirocco 13$ Sandalwood, Saffron Threads, Hot Baked Earth, Myrrh, Spices, Oud & Jasmine summer collection

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🍦 Estate Vanilla Raw Vanilla Pods, Vanilla Infused Sugar, Cream & Vanilla Extract. Our Rich House Vanilla
🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.
☕🍫Postprandial Vanilla, Irish Cream, Coffee, Chocolate, Bourbon, Pipe Tobacco
🍵Russian Caravan 2018 Amber, smoked black tea, leather, pine resin, Earth, smoke, black currant, black pepper

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 3$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
✨Honeybelle A blooming orange orchard, orange blossom honey, soft white tea and creamy white amber.
✨Ruth Fresh strawberry, green patchouli, rose geranium and crushed violet leaf.
✨twice as nice Sweetest offerings of opulence! Buttery sugar cookie, with shavings of creamy coconut and topped with toasted almond slivers.
✨Vice Steam billows rolling off a vessel of fresh made Turkish coffee, marshmallow goo tainted by graham cracker crumbs, toasted hazelnuts and blanketed in black chocolate.
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht/cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu
SOLD 🍒 Cherry Blossom Crème 🌌Egyptology - 1922 🍊Orange Cream Cupcake 🍦White Sandalwood Vanille (LoB) 💠Blueberry Cake 🍈Sobek 🔹🍵Dorian hair gloss ⛰️🍦Mountain Vanilla 🌸Gin Flower 🌲Estate Rosewood Cherry vanilla ambrosia

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, Europe. I ship worldwide with tracking at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 15th June.
I can ship at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 15th June.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
Flair thread
[Pictures] (http://imgur.com/gallery/rG1H0Kg)
Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 7$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
Shipping to the USA/world: - starting at 9$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
NEW ADDED some OLLA imps, 13, Il Bagatelle, pecan pie and Nava spring decants and HoG. Prices updated

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

🍫A Wild and Naughty Girl 16$ Clove, tobacco, sweet red patchouli, and chocolate. 1cm below label Yule : 2017
💮Alice, The Reaper of Cruelty 22$ Bourbon geranium emboldened by the rich scent of aged patchouli, the sweetness of peach, raspberry leaf, and bourbon vanilla, surrounded by a butterfly swarm of spicy carnation and Italian bergamot.
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 22$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 20$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 20$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 24$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods
🏵️🌞Litha 2006 17$ Honey mead with honeysuckle, oak wood, ivy leaf, wild thyme, carnation, daisy, vervain, gum arabic, frankincense, yauhtli, and liquid copal.
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 22$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍑 Peach I 22$ Golden peach, tobacco absolute, tonka bean, and honey with a squirt of red musk. slightly below shoulder Dragon Con, 2013
🍑🌕 Peach Moon 25$ Dew-covered peach blossom, white tea, moonlit musk, night-blooming jasmine, ho wood, and chrysanthemum. A Little Lunacy
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🍯The Gift 20$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🍎The Green Apple of Venus 18$ Sweet green apple, apple blossom, sweet strawberry, pink pomegranate, violet leaf, tea rose, and red sandalwood.

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 22$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌚The Magi: Gaspar of India 22$ Laotian oudh, labdanum, bourbon vanilla, red benzoin, and myrrh.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 22$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠2014: Silk Phoenix 5$ Chic vampires, Old West death parables, Moroccan spices, and futuristic assassins: gleaming black leather and dusty brown leather, chthonic smoke, and cold, gleaming metal meandering through a labyrinthine souk. 1 Decant in bottle Anniversary : 15th Anniversary (2017)
💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 7$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

🌟OLLA samples

6$ each
🌟Adam His scent is a palette of somber colors, melancholy memories, and lupine, savage beauty: black leather, pale sandalwood, ambergris accord, and the memory of a long-lost Victorian fougère..
🌟Ava sheer vanilla musk with tuberose, red mandarin, and the sweet poison of white almond.
🌟Ian shaggy leather, sweet rum absolute, and patchouli.
🌟The Hourglass The white roses and orange blossoms of hope penetrating despair's black fog of opoponax, black myrrh, bruised violet, clove, funereal lily, and grief-struck carrot seed.
🌟There's Water Here This place will rise again. The wisdom of eternity imparting a glimmer of hope through the grace of eternal renewal: the wild glory of nature bursting through cement, metal, and urban despair, purified by the waters of Lake St. Clair.

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted
🔹13 (April 2018) Dark chocolate infused with thirteen protective herbs and offerings to keep capricious spirits at bay: red wine, Spanish moss, yarrow, black sage, coconut meat, nutmeg, black clove, caraway, allspice, archangel, crushed acorn, marshmallow root, and mullein
🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹2009: Wool Phoenix Cigar smoke wafting over Georgia peaches, black goat wool, and a dollop of Mason and Jenkins’ Port jelly. decant by Ajevie 15th Anniversary (2017)
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
✨Blue Unicorn Moon Vanilla blueberry bubblegum. A Little Lunacy
🔹Chattering teeth Electric cherry and iced vanilla. prank 2017
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dix White rose, gilded carnation, brown oakmoss, and velvet oudh. Lupercalia : Une Douzaine de Roses
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017 🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Exhausted Sailors Salt-splashed silk, spiced cedar, hinoki wood, sea musk, a strand of kelp and a squeeze of lime. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Frostbitten Bliss Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Il Bagatella pomegranate and Lebanese cedar, the martyr’s red rose, and an aspergillum of wine-soaked hyssop. The Magician : Faces of the Magician
🔹Partridge in a Pear Tree 3$ Eight legs of wild plum and scrabbling black musk fluttering over a sac of lemon sugar eggs. 70% Full, decant by Ajevie Yule : 12 Days of Christmas
🔹Pumpkin I (2008) Pumpkin with mango, persimmon, coconut, and myrrh. Halloween pumpkin patch
🔹Sparkle and Glitter Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Yule cookies

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🌿Aquae massage oil 4oz 14$ We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. elemental massage oils
🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🌹Dix hair gloss, 1oz 8$ White rose, gilded carnation, brown oakmoss, and velvet oudh. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : Une Douzaine de Roses
🍫🌹L'Essence de L'Ardeur, 1oz 8$ Centifolia rose absolute, tea rose, bourbon vanilla, bittersweet chocolate, champaca resinoid, myrrh, nutmeg, pomegranate, and benzoin. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : The Faces of Eros
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 4$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 3$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 3$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Swamp Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 3$
🔹Pickle Hair Gloss sample 3$ Liliths bright, bouncy, goofy Leo! A gleaming vanilla cream poof of coconut with a hint of tiare.

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 24$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 23$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 17$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 15$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

mini bottle from Ajevie, 3ml

🌟Joan d'Arc 12$ Black Honey and Rosewood, Temple Incense, Crystal, Vanilla Butter Cream, Kashmir and whole Georgian Vanilla Bean. spring collection

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.
💠🍯Saphir Miel A rich balsamic honey accord entices the olfactory with a longevity of days. A little goes a long way. Tempered by pure Italian Bergamot and Saphir Absolute, the black honey note fuses throughout the perfume notes.

Solstice scents

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 14$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.
🌞Sirocco 13$ Sandalwood, Saffron Threads, Hot Baked Earth, Myrrh, Spices, Oud & Jasmine summer collection

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🍦 Estate Vanilla Raw Vanilla Pods, Vanilla Infused Sugar, Cream & Vanilla Extract. Our Rich House Vanilla
🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.
☕🍫Postprandial Vanilla, Irish Cream, Coffee, Chocolate, Bourbon, Pipe Tobacco
🍵Russian Caravan 2018 Amber, smoked black tea, leather, pine resin, Earth, smoke, black currant, black pepper

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 3$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

perfume oil, full size 5ml

🌟Vanilla Garden 13$ Ripe strawberries, damp soil, vanilla, and sun warmed tomato vines.

samples, perfume oil

2$ each
✨Honeybelle A blooming orange orchard, orange blossom honey, soft white tea and creamy white amber.
✨Ruth Fresh strawberry, green patchouli, rose geranium and crushed violet leaf.
✨twice as nice Sweetest offerings of opulence! Buttery sugar cookie, with shavings of creamy coconut and topped with toasted almond slivers.
✨Vice Steam billows rolling off a vessel of fresh made Turkish coffee, marshmallow goo tainted by graham cracker crumbs, toasted hazelnuts and blanketed in black chocolate.

Lush

🔹Rentless Solid Perfume 10$ 🔹the bug perfume 30ml/1oz 40$ Both unused
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht/cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu
SOLD 🍒 Cherry Blossom Crème 🌌Egyptology - 1922 🍊Orange Cream Cupcake 🍦White Sandalwood Vanille (LoB) 💠Blueberry Cake 🍈Sobek 🔹🍵Dorian hair gloss ⛰️🍦Mountain Vanilla 🌸Gin Flower 🌲Estate Rosewood Cherry vanilla ambrosia

Hey all, I seriously need to destash my unloved bottles. All have been tested only using toothpicks. From a smoke and pet free home.
I am located in Austria, in Europe, worldwide shipping with tracking is no problem at all. I can ship without, which is less expensive, but with tracking both parties are on the safe side IMHO.
I can ship at the end of every week. Next shipping date is on the 8th June.
PayPal G&S available. I am happy to frimp + candy/tea.
I am mandragora369 on the bpal.org forum, just starting there. Have already traded with some of you.
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Shipping to UK/EU: - starting at 7$ with tracking - additional insurance is possible and can be purchased
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BPAL

5ml bottles, full

💮Alice, The Reaper of Cruelty 24$ Bourbon geranium emboldened by the rich scent of aged patchouli, the sweetness of peach, raspberry leaf, and bourbon vanilla, surrounded by a butterfly swarm of spicy carnation and Italian bergamot.
🐍Banded Sea Snake 24$ Snake Oil with oakmoss, sea moss, and olive leaf. the snake pit
💠Blue Moon 2009: Brian's Interpretation 24$ ... with a potent lunar-charged, oneirongenic blend of dammar, moonflower, white musk, delicate woods, star anise, Florentine iris, Clary sage, Roman chamomile, Greek cypress, juniper berry, night-blooming cereus, and a touch of cardamom. This fragrance has been infused with Neptune's pine and grains of paradise to help part veils and spark the imagination. A Little Lunacy 2009
🍫 Chocolate Slush 20$ No notes given but chocolate and mint/snow Food Drive : 2016
❄️Ded Moroz 22$. Golden amber, white amber, redwood, teak, bois du rose, sage, tree moss, and snow.. Yule 2017
🌐Deep in Earth 20$ Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt. Ars Moriendi
🍓Laura 26$ Violets, upturned earth, mothballs, formaldehyde (mixed with glycerin and lanolin), and the memory of the taste of strawberry daiquiris suspended in twilight. American gods
🏵️🌞Litha 2006 20$ Honey mead with honeysuckle, oak wood, ivy leaf, wild thyme, carnation, daisy, vervain, gum arabic, frankincense, yauhtli, and liquid copal.
🍊MML2 prototype 5$ No official notes, but smells like neroli head notes, green middle notes and incense base notes Prototype
🌀Murder For Murder, Blood For Blood 24$ Black oudh, patchouli, opoponax, black pepper, and blackened cacao.
🍑 Peach I 23$ Golden peach, tobacco absolute, tonka bean, and honey with a squirt of red musk. slightly below shoulder Dragon Con, 2013
🍑🌕 Peach Moon 25$ Dew-covered peach blossom, white tea, moonlit musk, night-blooming jasmine, ho wood, and chrysanthemum. A Little Lunacy
🍮🌰Pecan Pie 22$ The Great Pie Debate
🍓 Strawberry Moon (2009) 20$ Wild strawberries, strawberry flower, vanilla-infused sugar, early summer grasses, and milky dandelion sap. slightly below shoulder A Little Lunacy
🍯The Gift 20$ Golden amber and mahogany with frankincense, ho wood, and frothed white honey. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🍎The Green Apple of Venus 18$ Sweet green apple, apple blossom, sweet strawberry, pink pomegranate, violet leaf, tea rose, and red sandalwood.

Yule 2017

🌚The Governing Dark's Begun 22$ The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun: opoponax and myrrh, gum Arabic and frankincense, blackened juniper and bitter agarwood.
🌚The Magi: Gaspar of India 22$ Laotian oudh, labdanum, bourbon vanilla, red benzoin, and myrrh.
🌑The Magi: Melchior of Persia 22$ Sweet oudh, Bulgarian rose, chamomile, and frankincense.

Partial bottles

💠2014: Silk Phoenix 5$ Chic vampires, Old West death parables, Moroccan spices, and futuristic assassins: gleaming black leather and dusty brown leather, chthonic smoke, and cold, gleaming metal meandering through a labyrinthine souk. 1 Decant in bottle Anniversary : 15th Anniversary (2017)
💠Faiza, The Lady of Serpents 7$ A sensual blend of twisting, exotic, serpentine oils: black amber, oakmoss, green sandalwood, bergamot, jasmine sambac, gardenia, orange pulp, black cardamom, vanilla, blackberry, black musk, blackened vanilla husk, white honey, ti leaf, and ginger. 1/3 bottle Carnaval Diabolique

LE imps/unimpables

4$ each except otherwise noted 🔹13 Hours 2$ dusty black stone, dried rosehips, black moss, and creeping ivy. half imp by Ajevie The Labyrinth Collection
🔹2009: Wool Phoenix Cigar smoke wafting over Georgia peaches, black goat wool, and a dollop of Mason and Jenkins’ Port jelly. decant by Ajevie 15th Anniversary (2017)
🔹Absurd Suggestive Card Game When you need a change of pace from Strip Twister: lemon candies, orange suckers, and strawberry sugar. Lupercalia : For Entertainment Purposes Only
🔹Aristocratic Prostitutes in Languid Repose Poppy smoke, velvet jasmine, sweet three-year aged patchouli, and black plum. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Bergelmir blue spruce blanketed in sleet, cypress smoke, yew berry, and frozen, brittle stems of lavender. A Little Lunacy : Moons of Saturn
🔹Chattering teeth Electric cherry and iced vanilla. prank 2017
🔹Cottonmouth 3$ Snake Oil with linden blossom, calla lily, passion flower, and narcissus. Carnaval Diabolique : Act III: The 13-In-1: Faiza's Companions: The Snake Pit
🔹Dix White rose, gilded carnation, brown oakmoss, and velvet oudh. Lupercalia : Une Douzaine de Roses
🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017 🔹Dead Leaves, Bourbon, Black Cherry, and an Orange Twist pile of leaves 2017
🔹Delousing Powder This package was given to attendees of the June 30, 2007 Thunder Moon Will Calls on the East and West coasts if they donated clothing at the door to help women's shelters. event item
🔹Exhausted Sailors Salt-splashed silk, spiced cedar, hinoki wood, sea musk, a strand of kelp and a squeeze of lime. Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements
🔹Frostbitten Bliss Yule : The Snowdrift
🔹Frosted Pumpkin Spice Cookie With cinnamon, nutmeg, browned butter, and cream cheese icing. Halloween 2015
🔹Gelt-Smeared Dreidel
🔹Hope / Auspicio Black oudh and carnation. Lupercalia 2018
🔹Partridge in a Pear Tree 3$ Eight legs of wild plum and scrabbling black musk fluttering over a sac of lemon sugar eggs. 70% Full, decant by Ajevie Yule : 12 Days of Christmas
🔹Pumpkin I (2008) Pumpkin with mango, persimmon, coconut, and myrrh. Halloween pumpkin patch
🔹Sparkle and Glitter Snow-speckled white chocolate and fir needle. Yule 2016
🔹the fools dog A warm canine musk, trampled grass, a gleam of ivory-white fang, cardamom pod, and crushed yew. The Fool's Journey : Aspects of the Fool
🔹We Believe that Death is Not the End of Man Black terebinth, tamil nadu sandalwood, frankincense, black chestnut, and myrrh. Lupercalia : Liber Amicorum — Anne Wagner
🔹Yule cookies

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

🌿Aquae massage oil 4oz 14$ We express that essence here through our blend of Roman chamomile, frankincense, sandalwood, helichrysum, davana, geranium, and lavender. elemental massage oils
🔹BLACK AMBER, FRANKINCENSE AND GINGER ROOT Atmosphere Spray, 4oz 22$ Yule 2017
🌹Dix hair gloss, 1oz 8$ White rose, gilded carnation, brown oakmoss, and velvet oudh. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : Une Douzaine de Roses
🍫🌹L'Essence de L'Ardeur, 1oz 8$ Centifolia rose absolute, tea rose, bourbon vanilla, bittersweet chocolate, champaca resinoid, myrrh, nutmeg, pomegranate, and benzoin. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : The Faces of Eros
🍨Pa-Pow, 1oz 5$ Three golden ambers with a hint of jellybean. 3/4 full decant by crown & tulip
🍯The Pearl Seeker bath oil, 1oz 8$ Orris root, French lavender, white sandalwood, pink peony, and white honey. 1oz decant by Ajevie Lupercalia : Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements

BPTP samples

🔹an exercise for healthier living Atmo 8ml Spritzer bottle 4$ Tonka absolute, ylang ylang, benzoin and smoked vanilla musk full 8ml decant by Ajevie Lupercalia
🔹Cathouse Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 3$ A nineteenth century Southern bordello: magnolia, jasmine, honey musk, tobacco, vanilla bean, bourbon vanilla, and Spanish moss.
🔹Frankincense clove hair gloss 3$ 4ml decant by Ajevie
🔹Swamp Atmo & linen spray, goblin squirt 3$
🔹Pickle Hair Gloss sample 3$ Liliths bright, bouncy, goofy Leo! A gleaming vanilla cream poof of coconut with a hint of tiare.

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

🌸Akhenaten 12$ Lily Magnolia, White Ginger, Amber, Kudzu Blossom, White Lotus, White Amber, Coriander, Graperfruit, Frankincense, Apricot, Peach
💎Black Diamond 24$ Egyptian and Belgian Dark Chocolate, imported Nahuatl Xocolatl perfume, blended with vanilla cream musk and cocoa. A touch of sultry crimson musk rounds out the scent to a creamy sensual finish. 1mm above label forum exclusive
🍫🎂Creamy Choco Cupcake 23$ Bittersweet Chocolate accord, Cacao Essential oil, Buttercream, Coffee bean absolute, NA Hot Cocoa accord, NA Choco Cupcake accord, Malt accord with creamed Vanilla Bean, Bastet’s Ice Cream Absolute and Crystalline Absolute. Valentine : Bastet's Délicieux
☀️Diamond Sun 17$ Blood Orange E/O, White Grapefruit E/O, Orange Blossom E/O, Tangerine E/O, Egyptian Lemon rind and bright Key Lime E/O and a drop of Pear E/O
💠Dracs 15$ White Sandalwood Incense, Black Muguet Flower, Hungarian Wine, Dragon's Blood Resin, White Musk flower infused-incense and a tiny drop of Black Hungarian Champa and black musk. NAVAlloween in July
🌼Frank's monster 12$ Linen Accord, Cactus Flower, Valerian Root, Black Sandalwood, NAVA ICON Arabian Oudh Blend, Allspice and Cedarwood. full to shoulder NAlloween in July
💠Scroll of Thoth 15$ White Amber, Egyptian Red Musk, Egyptian Amber green bottle

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

💠Jasmin Saphir Rapture of creamy imported jasmin bathed with warm waves of saphir and undertones of blue light and warm evening romance.
🌿Lavande Saphir Sweet herbal somnolence and tranquiltiy of imported French Lavender composed with calm complexity while invigorating the olfactory with the scent-euphoria of saphir.
💠🍯Saphir Miel A rich balsamic honey accord entices the olfactory with a longevity of days. A little goes a long way. Tempered by pure Italian Bergamot and Saphir Absolute, the black honey note fuses throughout the perfume notes.

Solstice scents

5ml roller ball

🌑casting shadows 14$ Golden amber, nag champa incense accord, dried sugar maple leaves, wood smoke.
🌌Scrying Smoke 14$ A wonderful meditative blend of Frankincense and Myrrh Fragrance with Frankincense Essential Oil
🌞Sirocco 13$ Sandalwood, Saffron Threads, Hot Baked Earth, Myrrh, Spices, Oud & Jasmine summer collection

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

🍦 Estate Vanilla Raw Vanilla Pods, Vanilla Infused Sugar, Cream & Vanilla Extract. Our Rich House Vanilla
🌑Gehenna Red Musk, Dragon's Blood Resin, Burning Wood, Somalian Myrrh & Egyptian Musk.
☕🍫Postprandial Vanilla, Irish Cream, Coffee, Chocolate, Bourbon, Pipe Tobacco
🍵Russian Caravan 2018 Amber, smoked black tea, leather, pine resin, Earth, smoke, black currant, black pepper

Deconstructing Eden

5ml sprayer bottle

❄️O, Holy Night 11$ Cold crisp air, incense, and incense smoke, conifers and softly falling snow. Black Friday/cyber Monday exclusive

Haus of Gloi

🔹Bubbling Scrubs - 2 oz Abigail 3$ Velvety red rose with dragon's blood and dark musks. full, unused woman's history month

Lush

🔹Rentless Solid Perfume 10$ 🔹the bug perfume 30ml/1oz 40$ Both unused
I got a ton of bpal imps, Nava scarabs and Hexennacht/cocoa pink drams, for details please go to my spreadsheet. Thank you!
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1EMwI9cG1Tmon7TbGZXWpIp779HH_sKlEJQfwP4qbHKo/edit?usp=drivesdk
Manu
SOLD 🍒 Cherry Blossom Crème 🌌Egyptology - 1922 🍊Orange Cream Cupcake 🍦White Sandalwood Vanille (LoB) 💠Blueberry Cake 🍈Sobek 🔹🍵Dorian hair gloss ⛰️🍦Mountain Vanilla 🌸Gin Flower 🌲Estate Rosewood Cherry vanilla ambrosia

Looking back over my days as a paranormal investigator, I can confirm many things. The first is that ghosts are very, very real phenomena. The second is that people lie. They lie about everything. However, I am certainly not lying when I say that of forty-five years experiencing hauntings and exposing frauds, I have only ever left one investigation incomplete, and that was because I thought I would never get out of it alive. But I digress.
Picture, if you will, a place just outside Hong Kong. I won't name the town: people still recognise it. On a hill in the middle of the town in an archaic plaza was a hotel whose name and dubious claims to notoriety had preceded it. Danny Craven and I had been invited at no small cost to come and look at the hotel's buildings. Guests stayed one night, and then refused to stay more. The verandah guests were the most troubled. Wild rumours of noises and screams kept them awake until dawn. Strange stains appeared on their clothing, and their bed linens were always dripping wet by the time they awoke. Extreme cases had taken photographs of their streaming wet sheets, and splattered shirts. The place felt wrong, and even as I walked over the threshold I realised that potentially we had bitten off more than we could chew.
"Mr Byeyong gives his utmost apologies and regrets he cannot be here in person," said the maid, almost demurely. "However, he has given me this envelope."
She passed over a crisp ivory envelope, very thin and made of a stiff and undoubtedly expensive paper, with a little curtsey and left us in the hallway of the Siecheng Guo Hotel. The lights above us, lit by electricity, flickered like candlelight and cast shadows over the marble tiled floor.
Picture, if you will, the oldest hotel you've ever seen. Add into that image the steaming heat of a asian summer, and the stifling air of a place used to hundreds of people but which hasn't seen a single soul for over a week. There is such a thing as an absence of people, and it leaves a void in buildings bigger than their purpose. A house without a family is just a building: a hotel without guests is just a barn for ghosts.
I looked up as if to find the maid there before me, but all I saw was a hallway empty of people and empty of life, save for us and a few lonesome spiders growing fat on the insects that crept indoors in the humid seasons.
"I'm surprised Old Jia couldn't be bothered to introduce us to his problem." Craven ran a finger idly over a metal rail, and examined the dust on his fingertip in the dim light. He brushed it off, abruptly.
I shrugged, half-expecting that the envelope we'd been given would shed very little light on the issue. After all, we knew what the problem was.
Plink. Plink. Out popped the lights above our heads, and we were suddenly plunged into darkness in the middle of the day, in a hotel which had seen better decades.
Craven flinched, and then raised his hands over his ears. "Get ready, Dee. I think she's going to-"
He never finished his sentence, or if he did, it was drowned out by the sudden, gutteral howl that rushed past us both like a roaring wind. It was a woman's scream - long, loud, and full of intense pain. One moment it would sound as though it came from far off down the maze of corridors that lined the Sicheng Guo, and the next, she was at your ear, crooning and babbling in Madarin Chinese. Not something I speak, but Craven did, and when I asked him about what she was saying he blanched and told me that it was all pretty much the same thing over and over again. That bastard. That bastard took me into the linen cupboard and broke me over and over again and then he slit my throat. Why won't somebody catch that bastard man?
It wasn't as if we hadn't tried. We'd been over the century-old plans for the place, checking for every room that had been a linen closet, or every linen-closet that now was a room. The quietness of the hallways was worse than the screaming. You strained your ears to hear past the tiniest movements in the rooms beyond you. Sometimes there were footsteps. Perhaps they were of the staff. I didn't think so. There were sometimes peals of laughter that flowed from rooms that we knew categorically were locked: I tried the door of one room, the giggles intensifying as I pushed against the cold brown wood and brass of the door. There was a louder laugh, more intense, and I felt something shove me aside. The room door opened very slowly, as though the people behind it were simply expecting room service. A lamp. A bed, made very tightly with damp sheets. A shabby carpet. Nothing more.
I stepped closer to the doorway, and with a resounding smack the door slammed shut in my face. I didn't stay to listen to the laughter again.
The problem was, we had already exorcised every damned linen cupboard in the building - all eighteen of them. And every time, we had the same result - peace and quiet, followed by a month of no complaints, and then a summoning email from Jia Byeyong complaining that we had done a half-assed job. This time the email had come with an extra caveat that if we didn't finish the job, he would be suing us for false representation of our services. I didn't really worry about that, but the more tangible threat that we had placed delicately in front of us was the appearance of Wang Sheng Li, a man whose name is not generally taken lightly in the areas where we operated.
It had been a Thursday morning when we recieved the email, and Craven opened the door on Thursday night to a man who was lounging against the corridor walls like a lizard. He picked his teeth clean with a dirty toothpick, and when asked in no polite terms what he wanted, he spat on the floor before delivering his message. Old Jia wanted things fixed at the hotel before the opening season of the Double Nines festival, and that was only a month away. But no maids were capable of staying in that place whilst the noise - yes, he really did use that term - was still there.
"Make sure you fuckers get that bitch quietened down, or else next time it'll be your heads screaming in the wind." To illustrate the point, he took his toothpick, and slammed it into the soft meat of Craven's hand, just past the web of the pinkie finger.
Once I had been able to remove the filthy wood from his hand, I cleaned Craven's wound whilst he let loose a torrent of every expletive he'd ever learnt in Cantonese. Wang Sheng Li's appearance, though, made me wonder if we shouldn't just high-tail it out of the job, give back the bonus and go.
"Never," Craven croaked, and lit a cigarette. "Never will I let that son of a soh hai talk me down from a job. Plus, we have that woman's honour to restore."
For all he can swear and bluster, Danny Craven is one of the more loyal men I've known in this business. After all, paranormal investigators are usually no-bullshit policemen trying to expose cheaters and scumbags making a fast buck, or practical jokers frightening people for their own stupid pranks. But Jia Byeyong was none of these: I had only ever seen him at a distance, in a crowded casino over a game of Mahjonng which was frenetic and surrounded by wealthy men trying to impress this Korean with a fat, rolling waddle and sallow face. Old Jia (as his friends knew him) was a relentless man, bent on making as much money as he could out of everything in his life. There were rumours that as his first wife hadn't given him a son, that he had sent her out to one of his cathouses to make her life more profitable to him as a barren prostitute. But as I say, these were all rumours. You couldn't get near the man, usually. A certain amount of truth might have been mixed with the lies, but it was all an aura of confused rumour. And, of course, a certain fearful respect.
"Dee, what does the envelope say?"
I pulled my head out of my arms, and retrieved it from the inside pocket, walking a little unsteadily to where there was the most light. The envelope crackled a little bit in my hands.
I read the note, but it wasn't Jia's handwriting.
"Up to the 10th floor, " I managed, my voice croaking a little. "We've been asked to come."
Craven led the way, our sore feet trusting more to stairs than the ancient and unsteady elevator's electrics. If the ghost could dim lights and cause fluctuations in electrical currents, I wasn't going to be stuck in an elevator car whilst she did so. One guest already had, and thanked his rescuers an hour later from inside the car. However, as they helped him over the threshold of the elevator, he dropped dead from some kind of cardiac shock, falling flat onto the polished marble like a sack of meat.
We arrived on the tenth floor slightly winded from the palatial staircases. Craven raised his hand to knock, but before he could even reach the cold ebony of the doors, they swung wide open. Not a creak, not a sound. In fact, the only sound was that of a shamisen gently being played, whilst a koto sounded out a few calming notes. Folk songs. Odd.
"Come in."
The voice spoke in English, and it was a calm tone, not the fast rolling of Mandarin. At the end of an immense black hallway that sparkled with light from every shiny surface of polished marble, Jia Byeyong sat in a winged armchair that faced away from the doors, towards a mantlepiece. He looked remarkably calm, for a man who liked his flunkies to send out flunkies to deliver his more bloody persuasive messages. The shamisen's music flowed to a gentle stop, and with one hand, he gestured to us. Sit.
I have never been overwhelmed before by a sense of the supernatural. I reminded myself that this was just a hotel with a minor problem that simply wouldn't go away - it wasn't like Borley Rectory or the Dyatlov Pass, and this was the heart of a fucking hotel with a spook haunting its linen cupboards, for the love of God... No. I have never been overwhelmed before. But there was only one word for the sensation that crawled suddenly on my skin like molten wax, and that was fear.
Old Jia wasn't feeling it. But Craven, standing beside me, suddenly reached down and I felt his cool hand fold itself neatly around mine. His fingers pressed against mine not in passion, but for a sudden, desperate need for reassurance. I could feel the pulse in his fingertips, pounding his fear out in biological morse. My own heart sped up a little in sympathy.
The wind from the corridor behind us began to pick up. Softly at first, and then the breeze became noticeable. Jia Byeong looked mildly annoyed, and then noticed the breeze on his face, softly flapping around the folds of his linen suit.
“I've been told that you cannot find my ghost. Yet she seems to be making a lot of trouble for everyone, despite the fact that she cannot be found by two trained ghost hunters. People who have been offered a lot of money to make this problem go away for me.” Jia's voice sounded preternaturally pissed off. His linen suit rippled around him, and he brushed down the edges of his jacket. “At least when I lay my bets, Mr Craven, I do not pretend I have the money. I make sure I can pay. You, on the other hand -”
Craven flinched, pulling me down beside him as Jia Byeong whipped out a silenced pistol. It looked for a moment like a flash of grey and silver in the air around him, bright against the dark marble. The wind that had been just a mere breeze before started to blow into a gale, there in the room. I held by breath against it, barely able to fight against it. We crouched there behind what looked like a gigantic ceramic urn (bright and very expensive, and certainly to the highest of Jia's taste) but was, on closer inspection, a solid piece of sculpture. I knew this only because moments later, it chose to explode around us.
“Fuck!”
We scuttled to one side, the wind picking up debris and ceramic dust in equal measure and spinning it into a deadly cloud of projective sharps. The look on Craven's face told me that we actually had found out where Jia's ghost lived: however, Jia hadn't suspected it for one moment. We had spent all our time exorcising the hotel when the real haunting had been with Jia himself...
The wind intensified into a whirling of paper, cloth, and ceramic dust in the very middle of the room. Jia looked astonished as a soft, wan light began to pulse from the very heart of the maelstrom. It looked for all the world as though a figure was forming there from the fractured parts of the fabric of the room. It was growing clearer by the moment, and it fed on the lights from around it, until the room was almost dark with the cold, clear absence of light.
“Jia. My Jia.”
It was the same voice. It was undoubtedly her, and perhaps this time we would see a manifestation; I didn't know exactly how. My guess was that the form she chose might be the one she remembered best from when she was alive. But I was not prepared for what stepped out of that blinding tornado of grit and trash.
From the darkest part of the room, two women walked, hand in hand. The light from the core of the storm ceased, and began to glitter around them like stars in a faint mist.
Craven was very, very silent and put his arms around me protectively. The air seemed colder. Jia, in the centre of the room, dropped his pistol and stared. He didn't make a noise, but he seemed as though he could have talked to these two apparitions for years. Worlds of recognition shone in his cold and dark eyes.
“Jia,” the older woman said. She was dressed in a very formal gown, topped by a long coat of the kind that was popular before the War. “Do you remember me?”
He blinked. In the cold and placid blue light that now filled the room, he finally found that he could speak. “Mama?”
The ghost of Jia Byeyong's mother gracefully nodded to him, but her face was cold and not at all serene.
“Look at this place. A son should have more respect for the parents who raised him! You inherited this hotel, Jia – your father raised a son who is no more fit to look after it than a foreigner.” She said this with a mild glance aside that went straight through us both.
“Is that who I think it is?” Craven whispered into my ear. “Yes, yes it is his mother, and she looks about as pissed as a ghost can get without throwing things. He never mentioned the fact his mother had died without the proper funeral rites, though...” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “If she had been buried with full ceremony, the Lords of the Dead wouldn't let her back to become a ghost. Unless... unless she had some unfinished business. I think that's what this may be about.”
The woman beside her turned her head away. A far younger face. She was a good few inches shorter, and almost skeletally slender, and with the clothes of a skivvy. Her eyes only looked at the ground.
“This is Ming Ming. I think you remember her. But you may not remember that she had a baby.”
Her sleeve was thrust aside and the small body of an infant lay there, quiet and still and very silent.
“I think you remember Ming Ming because she was going to have the baby, and then you did something to her to make her be quiet and to go away. You didn't want to pay her. You didn't want her alive.”
Jia just looked. Open-mouthed, he looked and slowly, he started to tremble.
The ghost of Jia's mother turned to us directly. Craven pulled me up gently by the hand, and without thinking, I bowed – short, deep, respectfully. When I dared to look back up at her again, she had moved, walking across the floor of the room, but a few feet above it. Keeping her gaze steadily upon me, she addressed me directly.
“My son has asked you to do something to clear up his own messes. But there is only one thing you can do for Ming Ming and her child. Please knock down the wall at the back of the cleaning room on the fifth floor. There you will find the linen cupboard where my grandson rests, and you will find Ming Ming in a chair, just behind the wall. My son is incapable of clearing up his own messes, and when he killed my grandson without even seeing his face, the Lords of Death allowed me to return here and make sure that he will be responsible for what he has done.”
I nodded. “We will.”
“Good. My son will not be able to pay you properly, so here is payment.”
I felt a cold and hard block of something pass into my hands. “But-”
“You will do this for us, I think. The Lords of the Dead do not usually allow us to make payment, but it is nearly the Double Nines. We need to make sure everything is balanced out for the rest of the year. As Jia will not be celebrating it for us this year, I think this will allow us something of an offering.”
I bowed again. There was nothing else to say. Jia was crumpled on the floor, sobbing in a pile of dust and ashes, whilst the form of Ming Ming looked on tenderly at her child, the one who had died before he was given a name. Occasionally, there was a tiny gurgle from him, but the scene was about as peaceful as the gathering of storm clouds. The air crackled, and the winds began again around them on the floor, and I grabbed at Craven's sleeve.
“Go now! Both of you! We have business to finish.” The spectre of Jia's mother shouted to be heard over the howl of the onrushing air. We were almost blown back down the passage, out of the room, and along the hallway. Lights flickered above our heads as we passed, and so it wasn't until we reached the grand staircase that I was able to look at what those phantoms had passed to me.
It was a small, compact brick of gold. It didn't glitter or shine. There was a single stamp in the very middle, just a few characters. Craven looked at it and then blanched. “Money for the dead, Dee. Let's get a mallet and end this.”
I went with him, down to the fifth floor. We found the laundry cupboard, behind the wall, just as she said we would. Ming Ming's mummified corpse was resting in a chair that was stained with very old dried blood, as if she had haemmorhaged to death after giving birth. She had made no effort to try and stop it, but instead had made up a tiny bed for the premature infant she had given birth to, in the very linen cupboard where she was attacked. I looked at her throat, and there was a shrivelled, incised knife mark as though she had fought off an attacker.
“Never had a chance, did she?”
I nodded, grimly. In the final confusion of her death, Ming Ming had focused on only two things – her son, and shock of her attack. I suspected Wang Sheng Li had been either her attacker, or the man who built the wall at the back of the cleaning cupboard, or perhaps both. However, I did know one thing – Old Jia would never be talking about it. I can recall hearing distant screams from the tenth floor penthouse, but both Craven and I looked at one another and kept working. They stopped, eventually.
I gently took the tiny mummified corpse of her child, and laid it in her arms.
There really isn't much left to tell. We both left the Sicheng Guo that day and never looked back. I visited a local temple, and spoke very quietly and in private to a priest, who for a nice donation agreed to bury the gold bar deep inside the nearest cemetery. The money itself would pay for a few rites for the dead, and perhaps a little ceremony where a dead child could be given a name, and commemoration in the Halls of the Dead.
But I often wonder what might have happened if we had tried to exorcise the ghosts of the Sicheng Guo that night. If we had accepted Jia Byeyong's money. If we had tried to take that gold bar as payment.
There are many things left unknown. And that is the way I prefer them to stay. After all, I know of no-one who has managed to spend the money of the dead in the land of the living.

I saw a movie sometime in the 80s or 90s on HBO that had a detective who did not use magic, although he had been skilled at it (see spoiler 1).
It was NOT to cast a deadly spell (just watched that thinking it might be it) although it was very similar in tone. Some plot elements:
There was a cathouse that used amulets giving their ladies instant "star quality looks".
There was a malicious and powerful wizard who got eventual comeuppance on a stage (see spoiler 2).
Spoiler 1 - He didn't use magic because when he was younger he poured a secret conversation out of a bottle on a boat and inadvertantly caused the death of a bystander assumed to have snitched.
Spoiler 2 - the villain at the end gets a frog in his throat, and keep sspittng out frogs.

Ely came awake with a groan, and the smell of his own filth, caked and smeared on his clothes and skin, made him gasp for breath. He clapped a hand over his mouth, his rising gorge felt like a rock, and his bloodshot eyes fell on a large, fresh pile of human excrement, steaming and fly-blown in the rising summer morning and a groan escaped his lips as he lost his battle. A gout of vomit leaped out and splattered the ground, the rusted iron bars of his prison, his bootless left foot, and his mangled and bloody right.
He lay curled over the wooden slab that had served as his bed and spit and coughed, one hand clamped on his large, lumpy nose to keep from puking again and he breathed hard and deep, trying to get a handle on his leaping stomach. He lay in his agony inside the large, iron dog cage. Through the bars, another man was also imprisoned, just a few feet away.
Both cages were bolted to the outside wall of the ramshackle Sheriff's office, right on the front porch. They had a full view of the crossroads - dry and rutted Main Street, a piss-poor description of a lumpy dirt path and Church Street, which was barely 15' wide and speckled with holes, ankle-turners and hoof-breakers alike.
Dominating the center of the crossroads was a massive well, its thick and waist-high apron of fired bricks held up a heavy timber roof on two thick, old support beams. The well shaft was hidden in shadow, but even from here Ely could smell the sweet, cool water at the bottom and he rasped a sour tongue over his bloated and bloody lips and immediately winced and sucked his breath in pain.
Ely looked over at Vern in the other cage. Vern looked dead maybe, or just battered into unconsciousness, and he was draped across the hard wooden slab in the middle of the cage.
One of Vern's boots was missing, just like Ely's, and two blackened stumps, crusted with blood and being sampled by huge black flies, stuck out on his right foot. The missing toes were nowhere to be found, and Ely looked at his own mangled foot and remembered the posse from last night and how they tortured him and Vern for awhile before pissing and shitting into buckets and throwing the contents over the two prisoners, all the while laughing and poking them with sharpened sticks until they bled. The knives soon followed and he had blissfully passed out after they cut off his big toe.
Ely shivered. He felt worse than dead. His whole body, inside and out, hurt and his head ached until he thought he might scream. Vern was the lucky one, he thought. At least he was asleep. Or dead. He couldn't be dead, could he? He thought again of the raging mob, and he began shivering violently.
He tried to call out Vern's name, but all that answered him was a throaty croak, that sounded nothing like “Vern” but Vern didn't stir anyway.
Ely tried again. He managed a grotesque squawk. “Hey Vern.” Vern did not move.
Ely squinted at his friend, seeing if he could tell if he was still breathing, but his eyesight was swimming and keeping his head still was proving difficult. He lay down again, just breathing, with his eyes half-way closed and tried to ignore the relentless black, biting flies. He just needed to catch his breath and then he would shout for Vern. He just needed to rest. Just for a minute. Within seconds he slid into sleep, unbidden, in the sweltering heat of the day.
Ely awoke again with a start. It was dark. The moon was up, big and bright, and a cool wind was blowing.
He shivered and sat up gingerly, holding his aching head. His stomach roiled and his mouth felt like some dog had used it for a toilet. Everything was swimmy, and he groaned quietly aloud. “'Zat you, Ely?” came a voice from the darkness. Ely turned his head. His croak had worsened. It was a deep and almost inhuman bark of a sound - “Vern?”
Vern laughed, and drawled, his voice broken and crusted with pain, “Hells fire, who else woodit be locked up with yore sorry be-hind? I feel like toasted shit, I shorely do.”
Hearing Vern speak shook the crust from Ely's throat and he hawked loudly, spat, and said, “I thought you was dead, Vern, for sure and damnation, I thought you was dead as dogshit.”
Vern said, “I might feel dead, but I ain't, and neither are you, so shut up awhile and lemme think.”
A minute passed. The moon did not move.
Near the ancient well a tiny blob of greenish-white light appeared from nowhere, as if it always was. It was spun from the darkness, coalescing from Elsewhere, maybe. A pinprick of luminescence. Neither prisoner noticed.
Ely, impatient, broke the silence, “We gonna die here, Vern. Ain't no way round it, I figure. We dead as dogshit! ” Vern spat, “Shut up, boy. I ain't dying in no goddamn dog cage in fucking Bodie, evil motherfucking sheriff or not! We are getting the hell outta here. I just gotta think, so shut yer hole and quit pissin in my ear!”
Like a mutt, freshly booted in the bollocks, Ely groaned his battered body back down on the wooden slab to try and rest, but he knew that he was gonna die here, and he couldn't still his racing thoughts.
Once, he opened his eyes, and his gaze fell in the direction of the old well. A long, thin line of greenish light, stretched, nearly twice the height of a man, and illuminated the shadows cast by the weathered bricks in the moonlight with a pale phosphorescence.
Ely frowned. He struggled to push himself up to one elbow, and mock-whispered, “Vern?”
Vern whipped his head around and winced at the sloshing pain that followed, barked, “I told you to let me think, damn you! Can't you just shut up for a spell, dammit?”
The line of light shimmered and pulsed, stretching out, it became thicker, and soon was the width of a wooden plank. Ely's eyes were wide and he was breathing heavy through his mouth. He began shouting, “Vern! Vern! Vern!” and pointed at the street beyond. Vern opened his mouth to chew Ely out again, when he saw the younger man's face and turned his head to follow Ely's shaky, pointing hand.
Vern whispered, “What the hell...?” Ely started to moan, shaking his head back and forth in denial, eyes wet with terror.
The thick bar of light thickened again, and again, become the size of a large door. The light pulsed and flickered. It hung there, impossibly, a foot from the dusty ground. After a moment, dark silhouettes could be seen against the eerie luminescence.
Vern had never before in his life desired a belt of whiskey more than he did at this moment. Ely's terror had markedly increased, his voice rising into a keening wail, as small shapes passed through the curtain of light and lithely dropped to the street below.
A half-dozen appeared, then another six a moment later. A huge silhouette followed on their heels, nearly blocking out all of the shimmery light, and then it passed through the curtain of light. As the huge figure crossed the threshold the unquiet light winked out, returning the crossroads to the gentle dusting of moonlight.
A dozen reptilian figures, the height of a barstool (Vern's best estimation), were crowded around the feet of a huge black shape, featureless and rapidly changing shape or so it seemed to Ely, who was rocking on the slab, both hands clamped over his mouth, elbows askew. His screams were barely stifled amid the animal stink of having pissed his dungarees, and all his mind could process was the urge to rabbit away, far and fast, and hide forever.
Vern, already weak with shock and fear, sought salvation in denial. His mangled feet forgotten, he scrabbled backwards off the slab and lost his balance, arms flailing, he cracked his skull on the cage bars and brained himself senseless, and for a minute he blacked out.
On the street, the small hellkine, winged and taloned, scattered before the black shape that was now resolving itself into the form of a nondescript white man, average height, average build, with dirty, drab clothes and a sun-faded hat. He wore no guns and carried no gunny sack. His face was dull. He looked like a stranger, instantly forgettable.
The stranger turned and looked at a few of the hellkine, and something passed between them, leader to pack, and a few of the greenish-black creatures hopped up onto the old well's thick and well-worn rim. The rest took a few steps, hopped and flapped their large bat-like wings and vanished from sight.
Vern woke up with a cuss-laden groan. He caught a glimpse of the hellkine on the rim of the well. His head was swimming and his eyes couldn't focus, but he knew that something was terribly wrong. He began to bellow hellfire and damnation, straight from sunday morning, and panicked spittle flew from his bloody and bruised lips.
As Vern raved, and Ely rocked and rocked, shrieking behind his hands, the stranger finally noticed them.
The creature-dressed-as-man watched them, silently, though Vern was making a mighty racket. No neighbors came to investigate. No heads appeared in curtained windows. The streets were deserted in the moonlight save the two prisoners and the newcomers to Bodie. The stranger walked slowly across the street, with deliberate slowness, and he raised his arms, spread wide as if in welcome, his eyes dull and cow-like.
As he approached, the man turned his face and spoke to Ely, a jagged, horrifying spill of syllables that had the effect of stopping poor Vern's heart, sad bastard that he was in life, the look on the old drunk's face one of rigid and unrelenting terror.
When the Stranger spoke in Ga'gok, he did nothing more than curse the bloodline of Ely's kin for eternity, a standard taunt to one chosen as Witness. Ely's mouth filled with blood and he shit himself when he heard the Hellspeak, and he goggled at the stranger, his mind fracturing.
“The Stranger” was an appellation that would fit, though his name was unpronounceable by human tongues, the closest approximation was made by a diabolist in the early 12th Century who called this particular pit fiend, “K'Ker'taal'unsundisYggk'llamss”, a pathetic translation of a proud and noble line, worthy of respect and obsequious fawning and fear.
The demon-dressed-as-man reached through the iron bars and physically touched The Witness on his head, transferring to him the gift of Sight and protecting him from all that was to follow. When Ely died, and his soul was taken into captivity, he would be transformed into a common lemure, mere food for the damned, but not before the Sight was extracted and used as evidence against the renegade the Stranger had come here to hunt.
Back in the street the well's weathered rim was crowded with perched hellkine. They were facing outwards, wings furled, and The Witness saw them start to rock, in time, back and forth, making strange echoing sounds, like fading, twisted birdsong, full of rawk and gibber. Minutes passed, with only the alien sounds filling the night air, until slithery, organic sheaths appeared between the hellkine's legs, grey and twitching with peristalsis, and they hung, dripping, over the black, cold shaft of the town's ancient water source.
The Stranger left the dog cages behind, walking away from the Sheriff's office, which was shuttered and dark, and off down towards The Eucalyptus, a once-famous casino and cathouse, now the sad and tattered headquarters for most of the town's scum, which were plentiful, but not present in The Eucalyptus, or anywhere else in town, orders of the Sheriff.
Sheriff Merrick was a right bastard and a mountain of a man, with a tempestuous manner to match. Curfew at sundown, no exceptions, all business and homes to be locked and shuttered, with minimal light as needed only, and there had been plenty of violence over this sudden announcement when the town, lawless and in danger of disappearing altogether, found itself with a different kind of stranger in town almost two years ago, before the blizzards that swept through here in January, 1853. The year of the white death and smallpox epidemic.
Disease and fear had wiped out most of the people and livestock in the area, and this whole region was dying of an ever-shrinking populace, so when a hulk of a man named Clement Elijah Merrick arrived on foot from the direction of the pine woods, it caused a stir, and folk talked, mostly because folks in small towns got nothing else to talk about.
They stopped talking when self-declared Sheriff Merrick hung three men for rape from The Eucalyptus' balcony, while loudly and drunkenly declaiming any and all who dared defied the justice that now reigned in Bodie. To make his point he shouted, “Justice!”, “Law!”, “Order!” and punctuated each shout with a lash, from the long-handled whip that he constantly carried, to one of the dangling corpses, and this went on for almost an hour. By the end the three hanged men were little more than shredded meat twisting in the chilly night wind.
The new sheriff went door to door the next day, telling folk how things now worked in the new Bodie. All firearms were to be surrendered. Sheriff Merrick used a loaded shotgun to enforce these rules, and had to shoot a few men to make sure the rest of the town understood the severity of the offense. The drunkards, vagabonds, old farts, and too-dumb-to-leave were also required to report for “A Full and Complete Tally of census for Any and all Persons Residing in Bodie proper”, and no one was allowed to leave the town without expressed permission by Sheriff Merrick, now called Bastard Clem by most in his absence, but none dared go against him, and the town knuckled.
Merrick was not just a sadist, he was a tyrant with a cunning and greedy nature. After he locked the town up tight, he proceeded to consolidate the women into his lair. All the towns women, 22 females ranging in age from 19 to 61 were moved at gunpoint into the rooms at The Eucalyptus. They were not abused. They were fed, and kept pliant with alcohol and morphine, which Bastard Clem seemed strangely well-equipped to have brought an amount large enough to sedate half the town's population for over ten months.
A few of the brighter scum were chosen as Deputies to enforce the peace, but really they were there to make sure no one ever escaped. The roamed the streets at night, armed with enough firepower to take down the entire town three times over, and that was for each of the three Deputies.
The women slept, mostly, and talked through the walls of their shabby rooms, which were only ever unlocked for meals, delivered by one of the Deputies, usually the quiet one the others called Gizzard. He was a boy, really, but with a quick mind and he did whatever Merrick told him to, a bootlicker to be sure, but he had a spark of cruel wit about him, and often left the ladies in tears after delivering their meager fare once a day and whispering some horror in their ears.
Slack Danny, sometimes called Sack, was the most sadistic person Ely could remember seeing in his stupid, short life. He was dull as a milk cow and completely forgettable as a human being. Until you saw the glint of the murderer and cannibal in his eyes.
The last was a dunce named Supper Tophin, a shambling flab of a man, jug-handled ears and a bald head, he was bowlegged and short, and had a fondness for butcher's knives and axes of all kinds. He personally had chopped Grunder Finch's leg off from the knee down when he refused to turn over his wife and daughter to the unknown machinations of the Sheriff and his flunkies. He liked to masturbate in public and he thought it was hilarious to pick his nose and fling the contents at well dressed ladies and gentlemen, whenever his travels brought him into contact with such fine people, which, thankfully, was not often.
The Deputies were nowhere to be seen in the full-moon night of the crossroads where Ely's wide-eyed, open-mouthed, seemingly-frozen stare could Witness. Nothing to see and only the heavy, measured footsteps of the Stranger walking down the sidewalk deeper into town and the rhythmic gollicking of the hellkine huddled over the well could be heard in the quiet town as midnight approached.
The Witness saw no other folk, not in the streets and not in any windows, as all was shuttered and dark.
Only the full moon saw the end of the hellkine's labors.
One-by-one, at a steady, organic pace, the ovipositors between the scaly legs began dropping leathery looking eggs into the dark hole of the well. Ely could not hear them, but he imagined the pattering splash of them in the cool darkness. For minutes it seemed to the Witness, the monsters dropped dozens of small grey eggs and then all at once their efforts stopped, their voices suddenly silent and they stood as one, and leapt, large translucent wings flapping hard and they vanished from view. The footsteps of the Stranger were now almost too faint to hear. There was nothing else left to Witness.
Overcome, the breakdown of Ely's mind was held together by the arcane bindings laid upon him by the Stranger. Like a barbed wire net, heated to a scalding burn, his mind was kept from dissolving, and all sense of Self was preserved against the onslaught of images and knowledge being encoded into his brain right now, but when the street suddenly cleared and became quiet again, Ely was able for a moment, to take a quiet breath, close his now-aching jaws and, more importantly, finally close his eyes.
There was grit and crap in them, and they hurt and itched, but just the relaxation of the muscles was enough to anchor him for a moment. Ely knew that he was no longer Ely any more. He knew that whatever part of him that used to be him, but was now gone, was part of a time that could never be recaptured, and he knew, instinctively, that Hell would claim him for the things he had seen tonight.
He wept, and this stung his eyes terribly, rubbing them just made the grit move around and now his eyes gushed, and in his mind he was whipped by his fear and his tormented body gave no surcease for many minutes, until finally he was able to lie quietly and as he tried to sleep, knowing he wouldn't, knowing he couldn't, knowing that he could never rest, and maybe never sleep again, then he finally did.
END OF PART ONE

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2ml Samples from NA

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

5ml roller ball

2,5ml EdP sprayer

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (creamy scrub)

Haus of Gloi

perfume oil, full size 5ml

samples, perfume oil

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

Yule 2017

Partial bottles

🌟OLLA samples

LE imps/unimpables

BPTP

full size/1oz partials

BPTP samples

NAVA Nocturne Alchemy

5ml bottles, full

2ml Samples from NA

enVie perfume samples

11$ each

Solstice scents

4oz burnishing glaze

5ml roller ball

2,5ml EdP sprayer

each 7$

Moonalisa

Sugar City SugarLoad (creamy scrub)

Haus of Gloi

perfume oil, full size 5ml

samples, perfume oil

BPAL

5ml bottles, full

Yule 2017

Partial bottles

🌟OLLA samples

LE imps/unimpables