ambersweet: Plushie Hello Kitty buckled into the car. (On the go!)
My ex was a huge BPAL fiend. Huge. Now, I really like BPAL too, but not nearly to the degree that she did. But I had a good-sized collection of imps, as you do, all living cozily in a drawer in my armoire. My armoire which I had to clean out, because we sold it. You see where this is going, right?

I can't look at this pile of imps without thinking about her, which means I am never going to use any of them. I can't even put on my favorite BPAL scent, which I have a bottle of, without getting upset. I considered throwing them out, but it seems like a tremendous waste, so I have determined to find them new homes, and you folks get first crack, because I love you all.

Imps, for those of you who are not BPAL-savvy, are 1/32 ounce - tester size, but you use a small enough amount that, if you wore it every day, an imp would last between 4-6 weeks. It's certainly enough to determine whether you want the full-sized bottle, and they're fantastic if you aren't the type who wants to wear the same perfume every day.

(I am also the type of girl who has a signature scent, which means that most of these imps are completely unused, and many of them have never even been opened to be sniffed.)

The descriptions are all directly off BPAL's site; if you have questions about what it really smells like, I'd point you to the reviews at

Imps - General Collection, $1.50 each
("General Collection" means they're still available, so if you like the imp, you can buy a bottle.)


Pele - Whimsical, temperamental, radiant and ravishingly beautiful Goddess of Volcanoes, Fire, Lightning and Dance. She is the Mother of Eruptions and the personification of destructive power. Volcanic eruptions are said to be a side-effect of her jealous rages and her epic quarrels with her siblings are legendary. This perfume embodies her gentler, benign aspect as the capricious Goddess of Dance: muguet and Hawaiian white ginger enveloped by warm, damp tropical blooms. SOLD.

Old Scratch Old Nick, the Devil himself, as seen through the eyes of Victorian New England. A jaunty, dapper scent, deceptively genteel: a lavender fougere with tonka, amber, rosewood and a whiff of diabolical patchouli. SOLD.

Sin & Salvation

Jailbait Innocence defiled. Sticky pink bubblegum and the thick, sweet scent of orange and cherry lollipops smeared over a breath of heady womanly perfume.

Seraphim A perfume sacred to the highest of the angelic hosts: calla lily, wisteria, white sandalwood, Damascus rose and frankincense.SOLD.

Pride Vanity in extremis. The scent of rabid hauteur: Moroccan rose and narcissus.

SinThoroughly corrupted: amber, sandalwood, black patchouli and cinnamon. SOLD.

Mad Tea Party

Cheshire Cat Grapefruit, red currant, dark musk, Roman chamomile, delphinium, and lavender. SOLD.

The Pool of Tears A sea of salty tears drowning out Alice's light floral perfume. SOLD.

Bewitching Brews

Blood Amber Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.

Sudha Segara Named after the primordial ocean of milk where Lord Vishnu reclines upon the thousand-headed Naga. Sweet milk and warm, healing ginger with a touch of golden honey and our blend of Ambrosia. SOLD.

Belle Epoque "The Pretty Era," France's Golden Time: an age of beauty, innovation and peace in France that lasted from the 19th Century through the first World War and gave birth to the cabaret, the cancan, and the cinema as well as the Impressionist and Art Nouveau movements. Sweet opium, Lily of the Valley, vanilla, mandarin and red sandalwood. SOLD.

Lightning Lightning slashing the midnight skies over the endless reaches of the ocean. The electric tang of ozone, marine notes, and a drop of sharp rain. SOLD.

Tavern of Hell White gardenia, ambergris bouquet, lavender fougere, orange blossom, melissa, tobacco flower, coriander, ebony wood, ylang ylang, absinthe and aged whiskey. SOLD.

Kubla Khan Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine. SOLD.

Burial The Dark Side of Earth: deep, brooding forest scents, including juniper and patchouli. The scent of upturned cemetary loam mingling with floral offerings to the dead. SOLD.


Antony The embodiment of Classic masculinity. A warrior's scent: the green hills and grasses of the battlefields, the resinous incense from the prayers to his Gods, and a touch of the musky leather of his armor. Ambergris and frankincense with sage, and basil. SOLD.

Ophelia Wistful and vulnerable: lotus, water blossom ivy, stargazer lily and white rose.

Ars Amatoria - Hunger Evokes sheer, unadulterated carnal lust. An undeniably warm and sensual scent. Black narcissus, orange blossoms, and vanilla.

Ars Moriendi - TwilightAn enigmatic, otherworldly scent, brimming with power and mystery. Lavender and jasmine, with a touch of glowing honeysuckle. SOLD.

Rappaccini's Garden - Black Lily Breathtaking darkness, a vision of grace in shadow

Doc Constantine's Pharmacopoeia - Bruised Violet Compound Promotes vigor in undeath, and relieves the discomforts and complaints so common to incorporeal spirits!
The learned and eminent scholar Alessandro Cagliostro once remarked, “Long experience has taught me to prize Doctor Constantine’s Compounds above all others!”
Crushed violets, red currant, patchouli root, and Spanish moss.

Discontinued Imps (These are no longer available for sale via BPAL.) - $3.

I Died for Beauty
died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

The Venusian splendor of ylang ylang and violet stirred by hyssop, frankincense, and grave loam.

Discontinued 1/12/11.

Violet Ray Though the doctor continued to assure her that the treatment was therapeutic, her anxiety increased. Ignoring her feeble protestations, the doctor produced a pair of glass wands, and set to work.

As the machine hummed to life, her misgivings were dissolved in a haze of unexpected pleasure. Warmth, contrasted sharply with a million white-hot pinpricks and a strangely cooling blast of electricity, surged through her thighs. The metal electrodes secured beneath her corset flared as the electrical current swelled through her nerve endings.

White mint, purple musk, violet, lilac, ylang ylang, lavender moss, and sandalwood.

Discontinued 11/12/10.

Finally, I have a nearly-full bottle of Eshe: A Vision of Life-in-Death. (Nearly full: just below the top of the label.) Eshe is from the limited edition Carnaval Diabolique line and is unavailable. $15.

Moving counter-clockwise through the room, you come upon the next stage. The backdrop is shredded, and seems to have been torn in a fury. On the remaining half of the canvas, you can barely make out a faded illustration of the sun setting over a pyramid. On the center of the platform, an elaborate golden sarcophagus has been set upright and propped up towards the edge of the stage. Beside it, upon the ground, sits a hooded lantern. A woman's image is painted on the front of the sarcophagus, and upon the gold limned body, a tale is being told in hieroglyphics: scenes of murder, carnage, and grotesque, mad passion. Although you do not know the language, the inscription upon the tomb translates within your mind, and the words burn behind your eyes as if they were written in blood and fire: “The Guardian will never part the veil for her soul. Mighty Sutekh, have pity on us all.” A thin, dark-skinned man wearing a linen loincloth climbs onto the stage. His form is frail and withered, he is impossibly old, yet his long, straight hair is as black as the night skies. With solemn, reverential gravity, he slowly moves the casket lid aside. Within the box, you see a skeletal figure wrapped in stained, ragged cloths, draped in a mauve cloth. The dark-skinned man bends low, and lights the lanterna magica. From within the glass, images begin to form, and glowing alchemical symbols cast their eerie light onto the mummy. As the lights touch the creature, the desiccated body swells, and with horrific, agonizing slowness, a woman's form begins to appear within the wrappings. At her chest, the rotted wrappings burst, exposing sinew and the glinting white bones of her ribs. Her hands reach towards her face, and with a screech of agony and eons-long rage, she tears the gauze from her glittering black eyes.

The perfume of life-in-death: embalming herbs, black myrrh, white sandalwood, black orchid, paperwhites, tomb dust, and Moroccan jasmine.

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