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Scent Name: We Believe That Death Is Not The End Of Man

Manufacturer: Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab – Lupercalia 2018

Scent Description and Notes:

All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,
Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather,
Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron
Stood and beheld me.

Then to me so lying awake a vision
Came without sleep over the seas and touched me,
Softly touched mine eyelids and lips; and I too,
Full of the vision,

Saw the white implacable Aphrodite,
Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled
Shine as fire of sunset on western waters;
Saw the reluctant

Feet, the straining plumes of the doves that drew her,
Looking always, looking with necks reverted,
Back to Lesbos, back to the hills whereunder
Shone Mitylene;

Heard the flying feet of the Loves behind her
Make a sudden thunder upon the waters,
As the thunder flung from the strong unclosing
Wings of a great wind.

So the goddess fled from her place, with awful
Sound of feet and thunder of wings around her;
While behind a clamour of singing women
Severed the twilight.

Ah the singing, ah the delight, the passion!
All the Loves wept, listening; sick with anguish,
Stood the crowned nine Muses about Apollo;
Fear was upon them,

While the tenth sang wonderful things they knew not.
Ah the tenth, the Lesbian! the nine were silent,
None endured the sound of her song for weeping;
Laurel by laurel,

Faded all their crowns; but about her forehead,
Round her woven tresses and ashen temples
White as dead snow, paler than grass in summer,
Ravaged with kisses,

Shone a light of fire as a crown for ever.
Yea, almost the implacable Aphrodite
Paused, and almost wept; such a song was that song.
Yea, by her name too

Called her, saying, “Turn to me, O my Sappho;”
Yet she turned her face from the Loves, she saw not
Tears for laughter darken immortal eyelids,
Heard not about her

Fearful fitful wings of the doves departing,
Saw not how the bosom of Aphrodite
Shook with weeping, saw not her shaken raiment,
Saw not her hands wrung;

Saw the Lesbians kissing across their smitten
Lutes with lips more sweet than the sound of lute-strings,
Mouth to mouth and hand upon hand, her chosen,
Fairer than all men;

Only saw the beautiful lips and fingers,
Full of songs and kisses and little whispers,
Full of music; only beheld among them
Soar, as a bird soars

Newly fledged, her visible song, a marvel,
Made of perfect sound and exceeding passion,
Sweetly shapen, terrible, full of thunders,
Clothed with the wind’s wings.

Then rejoiced she, laughing with love, and scattered
Roses, awful roses of holy blossom;
Then the Loves thronged sadly with hidden faces
Round Aphrodite,

Then the Muses, stricken at heart, were silent;
Yea, the gods waxed pale; such a song was that song.
All reluctant, all with a fresh repulsion,
Fled from before her.

All withdrew long since, and the land was barren,
Full of fruitless women and music only.
Now perchance, when winds are assuaged at sunset,
Lulled at the dewfall,

By the grey sea-side, unassuaged, unheard of,
Unbeloved, unseen in the ebb of twilight,
Ghosts of outcast women return lamenting,
Purged not in Lethe,

Clothed about with flame and with tears, and singing
Songs that move the heart of the shaken heaven,
Songs that break the heart of the earth with pity,
Hearing, to hear them.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne

Tonka, oakmoss, tolu balsam, grey amber, myrrh, and muguet.” -https://blackphoenixalchemylab.com/shop/limited-edition/lupercalia-2018/sapphics/

Oil Color:  A vibrant apricot color.

Bottle Design and Artwork: This is a standard 1/32 ml imp that has been decanted by Mystery213.  The back of the label has the scent notes and the decanting information.  The label features the label art that would have appeared on the bottle on front.  The image name is in thick, bold white letters just above the thinner and smaller font of the company’s name. The image art is of who women, one reclining while the other holds her sweetly and kisses her.

  • ITI: Gauzy muguet floats effortlessly from the imp, trailed by the balsam and a hint of ephemeral sweetness from the grey amber.  Very feminine and clean.
  • Wet:  The amber is much stronger and warmer on my skin, while the muguet (lily of the valley) is still just as light and delicious on my skin as it is in the imp. The tolu balsam rises from a background note to more of a middle, serving as a contrast to the delicate floral note while anchoring the resin in the more woody rather than oriental realm.  There is a subtle waft of myrrh every now and again, although it isn’t too strong.
  • Dry: Well, hello there, tonka.  About 5 minutes into the dry-down, the delicious warmth from this note begins to bloom against the delicately gauzy muguet. Oakmoss has also decided to make an appearance, which adds some soft earthiness of the floral and resin notes. After a few more hours, I am left with a gorgeous grey amber, myrrh, and hints of subtle, white floral with a touch of earthiness.

Other Impressions:  None.

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