Scent Name: Molly Grue
Manufacturer: Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab – The Last Unicorn
Scent Description and Notes: “Molly said something strange then, for a woman who never slept a night through without waking many times to see if the unicorn was still there, and whose dreams were all of golden bridles and gentle young thieves. “It’s the princesses who have no time,” she said. “The sky spins and drags everything along with it, princesses and magicians and poor Cully and all, but you stand still. You never see anything just once. I wish you could be a princess for a little while, or a flower, or a duck. Something that can’t wait.”
She sang a verse of a doleful, limping song, halting after each line as she tried to recall the next.
Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose –
What is gone is gone.
Schmendrick peered over the unicorn’s back into Molly’s territory. “Where did you hear that song?” he demanded. It was the first he had spoken to her since the dawn when she joined the journey. Molly shook her head.
“I don’t remember. I’ve known it a long time.”
The land had grown leaner day by day as they traveled on, and the faces of the folk they met had grown bitter with the brown grass; but to the unicorn’s eyes Molly was becoming a softer country, full of pools and caves, where old flowers came burning out of the ground. Under the dirt and indifference, she appeared only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old – no older than Schmendrick, surely, despite the magician’s birthdayless face. Her rough hair bloomed, her skin quickened, and her voice was nearly as gentle to all things as it was when she spoke to the unicorn. The eyes would never be joyous, any more than they could ever turn green or blue, but they too had wakened in the earth. She walked eagerly into King Haggard’s realm on bare, blistered feet, and she sang often.
An angry little beetle with her own kitchen beauty: fig, sesame, hazelnut, and cooking spices softened by rice flower.” -BPAL
Oil Color: A light white wine color.
Bottle Design and Artwork: This is a standard vial / imp size (1/32 oz). The label wrapped around the bottle features an Art-Deco inspired Phoenix with the the name of the company at the right-hand side of the label. The other side is a bit different since this is an imp specifically from a special collection. It features the words in a grey color that read “Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn” at the very top. Just below that in a kelly green field box is white text that features the name of the scent. Along the outermost side, written down the side is the web address of BPAL. The image is a beautifully rendered pencil drawing Molly wistfully petting a cat while she kneels on the ground, barefoot, to wash the floor.
- In the Imp (ITI): It smells like warm hazelnut bread to me.
- Wet: On my skin, the hazelnut and oddly astringent rice flower are most prominent. If I concentrate, I can smell the fig underneath it all. It’s less appealing on my skin than it is in the bottle.
- Dry: It has dried down to fig and sesame after several hours. However, an our into the dry down there is a bit more of the rice flower present, and perhaps just a hint of clove.
Other Impressions: It smells like one of those sea shell soaps to my husband. He agrees that it is totally different on my skin than in the imp bottle.