12 november 2007

Mystik i provrör.


Parfym är inget jag egentligen är intresserad av men när en tjej på Livejournal sålde provdofter från Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab blev jag nyfiken. Hemsidan är snygg och beskrivningarna är coola. Jag bad om ett överraskningspaket, skickade med innehållsförteckningen på min favoritparfym och bad om mörkare snarare än söta dofter.

Idag fick jag fem omsorgsfullt packade små rör. Allt doftar himmelskt. Och starkt! Starkt på ett rikt sätt, inte på det tantsprayade sättet. Jag ser verkligen fram emot att testa dem alla. Beskrivningarna av dofterna jag fick ser ut såhär:

Lear
A regal, commanding scent, but poignant. White cedarwood, blue sage and bay leaf.

Sri Lanka
Indian sandalwood and cedar, and the dry incense smoke of olibanum, gum mastic, patchouli and myrrh.

Nuit
She is the Goddess of the Sky, one of the Ennead, daughter of the air [Shu] and water [Tefnut], lover of Geb and Hadit, the Eternal Mother, and the Receiver, Reviver and Protector of the Dead, whose loving, divine embrace shields our souls from annihilation. She is love, rapture, splendor, continuous and eternal birth and rebirth, infinite space, and “the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night”. Nuit is Earth’s guardian, and shields her lover and her mortal children from the primeval chaos that threatens Existence. Her perfume is starry and crystalline, a jewel-clad and glittering paean to night: dazzling white musks, white rose and night-blooming jasmine with the soft moss of moonlit meadows, a waft of Egyptian incense, and a gentle breath of moonflower.

Czernobog
Created in honor of the Slavic Black God of the Dead. A nighttime god of grief, evil, chaos and woe, he is paralleled by his twin brother Bylebog, god of light, joy, order, and good fortune. A combination of three musks, with splashes of dark myrrh, vetiver and mullein.

Nocnitsa
Also known as Krisky, Plaksy and Gorska Makua, she is a nightmare spirit, the Night Hag of the Woods, who haunts Polish, Russian, Bulgarian and Slovak children during the darkest hours. The only protection against her torments is a circle drawn around a child’s cradle with a knife, or an axe or protective poppet hidden under the floorboards beneath where a child sleeps. Her scent is that of a lightless fir wood, nighttime air, wet forest mosses and upturned earth.

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