Anniversary!
Please list your order vertically, one item per line!
Please list your selections in the same order they appear here!
Please say what country you are in (or I will assume you are in the US). Yes this means you. =) Even though I <3 you and you are a regular. Sometimes I have memory issues with that.
Post the prices of ANY add-ons that are not directly in this listing. Add-ons are welcome! There will be a $1 traveling fee for add-ons. That fee will cap out at $4 for any one person. It's meant to handle shipping issues and the madness of add-ons. I do not limit how many bottles you can add on. BUT I must have payment for all add-ons within 48 hours. PLEASE TELL ME THE PRICE OF ANY ADDON not DIRECTLY in this circle!
Shipping is $4 for just imps (and up to 3-4 add on bottles/1oz bottles) in the US. For Canada it's $12 (MINIMUM for 1-2 BPTP items and/or imps). For imps and/or 3-5 bottles to Europe or South America it's $14. Japan/Australia/China usually range $16+. Please ask for shipping quotes. Refunds will be made for any estimate amount over an excess of $2.50. Usually I catch those when I come back from the PO, but if I miss it just tell me what the stamp amount was when you get your package (and what you paid [I'll be looking that part up too] and your zipcode/town).
ALL PAYMENTS MUST BE AS A GIFT/FRIEND AT THIS TIME due to TaxGods. Please note: If you are a regular, I really don't see you running into any problems at all. Other huge decanters ONLY take gift/friend payments and have done so for the last few years to avoid the Paypal Tax madness. For this circle, the removal of paypal fee calculations will also save me TONS of time. Because of this, you MAY pay without me giving you a total! If you MUST pay regularly please add fees to my quote. Fees can be figured out here: http://paypalfeecalculator.paymentprocessing.cc/ Please confirm with me that you will be doing this BEFORE paying.
When paying for this, your paypal note OR subject line should be: "Ann14- "your LJ name" " Payments go to Absinthetics (AT) gmail. Please do not put anything else in the note section.
At that time, please ALSO email your SHIPPING ADDRESS to me at the same email address IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY DONE SO SINCE THE BAT'S DAY CIRCLE. I will be keeping your address in a spread sheet from now on. If you change your address at any time, you MUST email me.
BPAL Forum feedback Here: http://www.bpal.org/topic/84344-feedback-for-absinthetics/
Used to be here if we ever get that back: http://www.bpal.org/page/swaps/member.php?member_id=4673
LJ feedback Here: http://bpal-feedback.livejournal.com/99160.html
And as per request, I am currently taking some donations for the tax gods, additional decanting supplies (not all covered during the last huge circles) and in general, all things considering. I will attach this banner from now, till my birthday at the end of January. =)
Imp: $4.55
Half imp: $3
Half imp SET (16):$45
Tester Set (16): $21
ORDERED 11.25.14
LEFT OVERS: - HALF BOTTLES = 3 imps
A bright x1
A Shining x2 shirel
Death is Venus (Half bottle in original)
Living x1
Relics x1
The Grove x2
The Phoenix x1 shirel
This World 2x in original
A Bright Flame Between Two Jacinths
Her eyes are large; you might believe that they were two jacinths; from the middle of which a bright flame shines. An irradiated crown is fitted to the whole of her head, resembling on high the glory of the head of Phoebus.
A glittering golden amber chypre whose facets reflect bright flickers of cardamom, galbanum, guaiac, neroli, and sharp cedar.
A Rosy Colour Paints Her Claws with Honor
Scales cover her thighs spangled with yellow metal, but a rosy colour paints her claws with honour.
Scales of gold, rose-tinted with red musk, bourbon geranium, and vanilla absolute.
A Shining Beak of Pure Horn
She gleams resplendent with a mingling of the green emerald, and a shining beak of pure horn opens itself.
Wild green lotus, orris root, bourbon vanilla, white sandalwood, and Egyptian musk.
Death is Venus to Her
Death is Venus to her; her only pleasure is in death: that she may be born, she desires previously to die. She is an offspring to herself, her own father and heir, her own nurse, and always a foster-child to herself. She is herself indeed, but not the same, since she is herself, and not herself, having gained eternal life by the blessing of death.
Cabreuva and blood red rose with myrrh, cypress, black jasmine, clove, and 7-year aged patchouli.
Light and Swift
Her form is seen to blend the figure of the peacock with that of the painted bird of Phasis. The winged creature which is produced in the lands of the Arabians, whether it be beast or bird, can scarcely equal her magnitude. She is not, however, slow, as birds which through the greatness of their body have sluggish motions, and a very heavy weight. But she is light and swift, full of royal beauty. Such she always shows herself in the sight of men.
Swift joy and bright passion: white lavender, lemon verbena, and elemi.
Egypt comes hither to such a wondrous sight, and the exulting crowd salutes the rare bird. Immediately they carve her image on the consecrated marble, and mark both the occurrence and the day with a new title. Birds of every kind assemble together; none is mindful of prey, none of fear. Attended by a chorus of birds, she flies through the heaven, and a crowd accompanies her, exulting in the pious duty. But when she has arrived at the regions of pure ether, she presently returns; afterwards she is concealed in her own regions. But oh, bird of happy lot and fate, to whom the god himself granted to be born from herself! Whether it be female, or male, or neither, or both, happy she, who enters into no compacts of Venus.
Living
No cloud extends its fleecy covering above the plains, nor does the turbid moisture of water fall from on high; but there is a fountain in the middle, which they call by the name of “living;” it is clear, gentle, and abounding with sweet waters, which, bursting forth once during the space of each month, twelve times irrigates all the grove with waters.
Clear water touched by a hint of honeyed pale rose, Sicilian lemon, and lily of the valley.
Here a species of tree, rising with lofty stem, bears mellow fruits not about to fall on the ground. This grove, these woods, a single bird, the phoenix, inhabits,-single, but it lives reproduced by its own death. It obeys and submits to Phoebus, a remarkable attendant. Its parent nature has given it to possess this office. When at its first rising the saffron morn grows red, when it puts to flight the stars with its rosy light, thrice and four times she plunges her body into the sacred waves, thrice and four times she sips water from the living stream.
Pouring Strains of Sacred Song
She is raised aloft, and takes her seat on the highest top of the lofty tree, which alone looks down upon the whole grove; and turning herself to the fresh risings of the nascent Phoebus, she awaits his rays and rising beam. And when the sun has thrown back the threshold of the shining gate, and the light gleam of the first light has shone forth, she begins to pour strains of sacred song, and to hail the new light with wondrous voice, which neither the notes of the nightingale nor the flute of the Muses can equal with Cyrrhæan strains. But neither is it thought that the dying swan can imitate it, nor the tuneful strings of the lyre of Mercury.
Red benzoin and frankincense with honey myrtle, osmanthus blossom, and coconut milk.
Relics of Herself
Previously, however, she encloses in an ointment of balsam, and in myrrh and dissolved frankincense, all the remains of her own body, and the bones or ashes, and relics of herself, and with pious mouth brings it into a round form, and carrying this with her feet, she goes to the rising of the sun, and tarrying at the altar, she draws it forth in the sacred temple.
Peru balsam, myrrh, frankincense, and ashes.
Seeds of the Pomegranate, Leaves of the Poppy
She shows and presents herself an object of admiration to the beholder; such great beauty is there, such great honour abounds. In the first place, her colour is like the brilliancy of that which the seeds of the pomegranate when ripe take under the smooth rind; such colour as is contained in the leaves which the poppy produces in the fields, when Flora spreads her garments beneath the blushing sky. Her shoulders and beautiful breasts shine with this covering; with this her head, with this her neck, and the upper parts of her back shine.
Gleaming pomegranate seed and scarlet poppies.
She Perishes That She May Live
Afterwards she builds for herself either a nest or a tomb, for she perishes that she may live; yet she produces herself. Hence she collects juices and odours, which the Assyrian gathers from the rich wood, which the wealthy Arabian gathers; which either the Pygmæan nations, or India crops, or the Sabæan land produces from its soft bosom. Hence she heaps together cinnamon and the odour of the far-scented amomum, and balsams with mixed leaves. Neither the twig of the mild cassia nor of the fragrant acanthus is absent, nor the tears and rich drop of frankincense. To these she adds tender ears of flourishing spikenard, and joins the too pleasing pastures of myrrh. Immediately she places her body about to be changed on the strewed nest, and her quiet limbs on such a couch. Then with her mouth she scatters juices around and upon her limbs, about to die with her own funeral rites. Then amidst various odours she yields up her life, nor fears the faith of so great a deposit. In the meantime her body, destroyed by death, which proves the source of life, is hot, and the heat itself produces a flame; and it conceives fire afar off from the light of heaven: it blazes, and is dissolved into burnt ashes. And these ashes collected in death it fuses, as it were, into a mass, and has an effect resembling seed. From this an animal is said to arise without limbs, but the worm is said to be of a milky colour.
A funereal nest of cinnamon and amomum, cassia and acanthus, spikenard and myrrh, three balsams and sweet frankincense.
The Delicate Ambrosial Dews of Heavenly Nectar
No food is appointed for her in our world, nor does any one make it his business to feed her while unfledged. She sips the delicate ambrosial dews of heavenly nectar which have fallen from the star-bearing pole. She gathers these; with these the bird is nourished in the midst of odours, until she bears a natural form. But when she begins to flourish with early youth, she flies forth now about to return to her native abode.
A celestial nectar redolent of honeysuckle-gilded amber with honeyed fig leaf, golden myrrh, helichrysum, and white cognac.
The Grove of the Sun
Here is the grove of the sun; a wood stands planted with many a tree, blooming with the honour of perpetual foliage. When the pole had blazed with the fires of Phaethon, that place was uninjured by the flames; and when the deluge had immersed the world in waves, it rose above the waters of Deucalion. No enfeebling diseases, no sickly old age, nor cruel death, nor harsh fear, approaches hither, nor dreadful crime, nor mad desire of riches, nor Mars, nor fury, burning with the love of slaughter. Bitter grief is absent, and want clothed in rags, and sleepless cares, and violent hunger. No tempest rages there, nor dreadful violence of the wind; nor does the hoar-frost cover the earth with cold dew.
Immortally vibrant olive, black pine, and bay laurel shimmering with rivulets of fresh olibanum sap.
The Phoenix, Having Burst Her Shell
And it suddenly increases vastly with an imperfectly formed body, and collects itself into the appearance of a well-rounded egg. After this it is formed again, such as its figure was before, and the phoenix, having burst her shell, shoots forth, even as caterpillars in the fields, when they are fastened by a thread to a stone, are wont to be changed into a butterfly.
A perfume of freedom, regeneration, and renewal: bitter orange and tangerine with warm patchouli, tobacco absolute, glittering amber, and white musk.
This World, Where Death Reigns
And when she has now accomplished the thousand years of her life, and length of days has rendered her burdensome, in order that she may renew the age which has glided by, the fates pressing her, she flees from the beloved couch of the accustomed grove. And when she has left the sacred places, through a desire of being born again, then she seeks this world, where death reigns. Full of years, she directs her swift flight into Syria, to which Venus herself has given the name of Phoenice; and through trackless deserts she seeks the retired groves in the place, where a remote wood lies concealed through the glens.
Myrrh and black roses.
Then she chooses a lofty palm, with top reaching to the heavens, which has the pleasing name of phoenix from the bird, and where no hurtful living creature can break through, or slimy serpent, or any bird of prey. Then Æolas shuts in the winds in hanging caverns, lest they should injure the bright air with their blasts, or lest a cloud collected by the south wind through the empty sky should remove the rays of the sun, and be a hindrance to the bird.
Venerable Priestess of the Wood
After that Phoebus has brought back his horses to the open heaven, and continually advancing, has displayed his whole orb; she applauds with thrice-repeated flapping of her wings, and having thrice adored the fire-bearing head, is silent. And she also distinguishes the swift hours by sounds not liable to error by day and night: an overseer of the groves, a venerable priestess of the wood, and alone admitted to thy secrets, O Phoebus.
An incense of myrtle leaf, sweet bay, white myrrh, stacte, and the golden frankincense.
Yellow Metal with Mingled Purple Blushes
And her tail is extended, varied with yellow metal, in the spots of which mingled purple blushes. Between her wings there is a bright mark above, as Tris on high is wont to paint a cloud from above.
An armor of gleaming, burnished amber, gold-flecked, brushed with a whisper of wild plum and blackcurrant.
Please list your selections in the same order they appear here!
Please say what country you are in (or I will assume you are in the US). Yes this means you. =) Even though I <3 you and you are a regular. Sometimes I have memory issues with that.
Post the prices of ANY add-ons that are not directly in this listing. Add-ons are welcome! There will be a $1 traveling fee for add-ons. That fee will cap out at $4 for any one person. It's meant to handle shipping issues and the madness of add-ons. I do not limit how many bottles you can add on. BUT I must have payment for all add-ons within 48 hours. PLEASE TELL ME THE PRICE OF ANY ADDON not DIRECTLY in this circle!
Shipping is $4 for just imps (and up to 3-4 add on bottles/1oz bottles) in the US. For Canada it's $12 (MINIMUM for 1-2 BPTP items and/or imps). For imps and/or 3-5 bottles to Europe or South America it's $14. Japan/Australia/China usually range $16+. Please ask for shipping quotes. Refunds will be made for any estimate amount over an excess of $2.50. Usually I catch those when I come back from the PO, but if I miss it just tell me what the stamp amount was when you get your package (and what you paid [I'll be looking that part up too] and your zipcode/town).
ALL PAYMENTS MUST BE AS A GIFT/FRIEND AT THIS TIME due to TaxGods. Please note: If you are a regular, I really don't see you running into any problems at all. Other huge decanters ONLY take gift/friend payments and have done so for the last few years to avoid the Paypal Tax madness. For this circle, the removal of paypal fee calculations will also save me TONS of time. Because of this, you MAY pay without me giving you a total! If you MUST pay regularly please add fees to my quote. Fees can be figured out here: http://paypalfeecalculator.paymentprocessing.cc/ Please confirm with me that you will be doing this BEFORE paying.
When paying for this, your paypal note OR subject line should be: "Ann14- "your LJ name" " Payments go to Absinthetics (AT) gmail. Please do not put anything else in the note section.
At that time, please ALSO email your SHIPPING ADDRESS to me at the same email address IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY DONE SO SINCE THE BAT'S DAY CIRCLE. I will be keeping your address in a spread sheet from now on. If you change your address at any time, you MUST email me.
BPAL Forum feedback Here: http://www.bpal.org/topic/84344-feedback-for-absinthetics/
Used to be here if we ever get that back: http://www.bpal.org/page/swaps/member.php?member_id=4673
LJ feedback Here: http://bpal-feedback.livejournal.com/99160.html
And as per request, I am currently taking some donations for the tax gods, additional decanting supplies (not all covered during the last huge circles) and in general, all things considering. I will attach this banner from now, till my birthday at the end of January. =)
Imp: $4.55
Half imp: $3
Half imp SET (16):$45
Tester Set (16): $21
ORDERED 11.25.14
LEFT OVERS: - HALF BOTTLES = 3 imps
A bright x1
A Shining x2 shirel
Death is Venus (Half bottle in original)
Living x1
Relics x1
The Grove x2
The Phoenix x1 shirel
This World 2x in original
A Bright Flame Between Two Jacinths
Her eyes are large; you might believe that they were two jacinths; from the middle of which a bright flame shines. An irradiated crown is fitted to the whole of her head, resembling on high the glory of the head of Phoebus.
A glittering golden amber chypre whose facets reflect bright flickers of cardamom, galbanum, guaiac, neroli, and sharp cedar.
A Rosy Colour Paints Her Claws with Honor
Scales cover her thighs spangled with yellow metal, but a rosy colour paints her claws with honour.
Scales of gold, rose-tinted with red musk, bourbon geranium, and vanilla absolute.
A Shining Beak of Pure Horn
She gleams resplendent with a mingling of the green emerald, and a shining beak of pure horn opens itself.
Wild green lotus, orris root, bourbon vanilla, white sandalwood, and Egyptian musk.
Death is Venus to Her
Death is Venus to her; her only pleasure is in death: that she may be born, she desires previously to die. She is an offspring to herself, her own father and heir, her own nurse, and always a foster-child to herself. She is herself indeed, but not the same, since she is herself, and not herself, having gained eternal life by the blessing of death.
Cabreuva and blood red rose with myrrh, cypress, black jasmine, clove, and 7-year aged patchouli.
Light and Swift
Her form is seen to blend the figure of the peacock with that of the painted bird of Phasis. The winged creature which is produced in the lands of the Arabians, whether it be beast or bird, can scarcely equal her magnitude. She is not, however, slow, as birds which through the greatness of their body have sluggish motions, and a very heavy weight. But she is light and swift, full of royal beauty. Such she always shows herself in the sight of men.
Swift joy and bright passion: white lavender, lemon verbena, and elemi.
Egypt comes hither to such a wondrous sight, and the exulting crowd salutes the rare bird. Immediately they carve her image on the consecrated marble, and mark both the occurrence and the day with a new title. Birds of every kind assemble together; none is mindful of prey, none of fear. Attended by a chorus of birds, she flies through the heaven, and a crowd accompanies her, exulting in the pious duty. But when she has arrived at the regions of pure ether, she presently returns; afterwards she is concealed in her own regions. But oh, bird of happy lot and fate, to whom the god himself granted to be born from herself! Whether it be female, or male, or neither, or both, happy she, who enters into no compacts of Venus.
Living
No cloud extends its fleecy covering above the plains, nor does the turbid moisture of water fall from on high; but there is a fountain in the middle, which they call by the name of “living;” it is clear, gentle, and abounding with sweet waters, which, bursting forth once during the space of each month, twelve times irrigates all the grove with waters.
Clear water touched by a hint of honeyed pale rose, Sicilian lemon, and lily of the valley.
Here a species of tree, rising with lofty stem, bears mellow fruits not about to fall on the ground. This grove, these woods, a single bird, the phoenix, inhabits,-single, but it lives reproduced by its own death. It obeys and submits to Phoebus, a remarkable attendant. Its parent nature has given it to possess this office. When at its first rising the saffron morn grows red, when it puts to flight the stars with its rosy light, thrice and four times she plunges her body into the sacred waves, thrice and four times she sips water from the living stream.
Pouring Strains of Sacred Song
She is raised aloft, and takes her seat on the highest top of the lofty tree, which alone looks down upon the whole grove; and turning herself to the fresh risings of the nascent Phoebus, she awaits his rays and rising beam. And when the sun has thrown back the threshold of the shining gate, and the light gleam of the first light has shone forth, she begins to pour strains of sacred song, and to hail the new light with wondrous voice, which neither the notes of the nightingale nor the flute of the Muses can equal with Cyrrhæan strains. But neither is it thought that the dying swan can imitate it, nor the tuneful strings of the lyre of Mercury.
Red benzoin and frankincense with honey myrtle, osmanthus blossom, and coconut milk.
Relics of Herself
Previously, however, she encloses in an ointment of balsam, and in myrrh and dissolved frankincense, all the remains of her own body, and the bones or ashes, and relics of herself, and with pious mouth brings it into a round form, and carrying this with her feet, she goes to the rising of the sun, and tarrying at the altar, she draws it forth in the sacred temple.
Peru balsam, myrrh, frankincense, and ashes.
Seeds of the Pomegranate, Leaves of the Poppy
She shows and presents herself an object of admiration to the beholder; such great beauty is there, such great honour abounds. In the first place, her colour is like the brilliancy of that which the seeds of the pomegranate when ripe take under the smooth rind; such colour as is contained in the leaves which the poppy produces in the fields, when Flora spreads her garments beneath the blushing sky. Her shoulders and beautiful breasts shine with this covering; with this her head, with this her neck, and the upper parts of her back shine.
Gleaming pomegranate seed and scarlet poppies.
She Perishes That She May Live
Afterwards she builds for herself either a nest or a tomb, for she perishes that she may live; yet she produces herself. Hence she collects juices and odours, which the Assyrian gathers from the rich wood, which the wealthy Arabian gathers; which either the Pygmæan nations, or India crops, or the Sabæan land produces from its soft bosom. Hence she heaps together cinnamon and the odour of the far-scented amomum, and balsams with mixed leaves. Neither the twig of the mild cassia nor of the fragrant acanthus is absent, nor the tears and rich drop of frankincense. To these she adds tender ears of flourishing spikenard, and joins the too pleasing pastures of myrrh. Immediately she places her body about to be changed on the strewed nest, and her quiet limbs on such a couch. Then with her mouth she scatters juices around and upon her limbs, about to die with her own funeral rites. Then amidst various odours she yields up her life, nor fears the faith of so great a deposit. In the meantime her body, destroyed by death, which proves the source of life, is hot, and the heat itself produces a flame; and it conceives fire afar off from the light of heaven: it blazes, and is dissolved into burnt ashes. And these ashes collected in death it fuses, as it were, into a mass, and has an effect resembling seed. From this an animal is said to arise without limbs, but the worm is said to be of a milky colour.
A funereal nest of cinnamon and amomum, cassia and acanthus, spikenard and myrrh, three balsams and sweet frankincense.
The Delicate Ambrosial Dews of Heavenly Nectar
No food is appointed for her in our world, nor does any one make it his business to feed her while unfledged. She sips the delicate ambrosial dews of heavenly nectar which have fallen from the star-bearing pole. She gathers these; with these the bird is nourished in the midst of odours, until she bears a natural form. But when she begins to flourish with early youth, she flies forth now about to return to her native abode.
A celestial nectar redolent of honeysuckle-gilded amber with honeyed fig leaf, golden myrrh, helichrysum, and white cognac.
The Grove of the Sun
Here is the grove of the sun; a wood stands planted with many a tree, blooming with the honour of perpetual foliage. When the pole had blazed with the fires of Phaethon, that place was uninjured by the flames; and when the deluge had immersed the world in waves, it rose above the waters of Deucalion. No enfeebling diseases, no sickly old age, nor cruel death, nor harsh fear, approaches hither, nor dreadful crime, nor mad desire of riches, nor Mars, nor fury, burning with the love of slaughter. Bitter grief is absent, and want clothed in rags, and sleepless cares, and violent hunger. No tempest rages there, nor dreadful violence of the wind; nor does the hoar-frost cover the earth with cold dew.
Immortally vibrant olive, black pine, and bay laurel shimmering with rivulets of fresh olibanum sap.
The Phoenix, Having Burst Her Shell
And it suddenly increases vastly with an imperfectly formed body, and collects itself into the appearance of a well-rounded egg. After this it is formed again, such as its figure was before, and the phoenix, having burst her shell, shoots forth, even as caterpillars in the fields, when they are fastened by a thread to a stone, are wont to be changed into a butterfly.
A perfume of freedom, regeneration, and renewal: bitter orange and tangerine with warm patchouli, tobacco absolute, glittering amber, and white musk.
This World, Where Death Reigns
And when she has now accomplished the thousand years of her life, and length of days has rendered her burdensome, in order that she may renew the age which has glided by, the fates pressing her, she flees from the beloved couch of the accustomed grove. And when she has left the sacred places, through a desire of being born again, then she seeks this world, where death reigns. Full of years, she directs her swift flight into Syria, to which Venus herself has given the name of Phoenice; and through trackless deserts she seeks the retired groves in the place, where a remote wood lies concealed through the glens.
Myrrh and black roses.
Then she chooses a lofty palm, with top reaching to the heavens, which has the pleasing name of phoenix from the bird, and where no hurtful living creature can break through, or slimy serpent, or any bird of prey. Then Æolas shuts in the winds in hanging caverns, lest they should injure the bright air with their blasts, or lest a cloud collected by the south wind through the empty sky should remove the rays of the sun, and be a hindrance to the bird.
Venerable Priestess of the Wood
After that Phoebus has brought back his horses to the open heaven, and continually advancing, has displayed his whole orb; she applauds with thrice-repeated flapping of her wings, and having thrice adored the fire-bearing head, is silent. And she also distinguishes the swift hours by sounds not liable to error by day and night: an overseer of the groves, a venerable priestess of the wood, and alone admitted to thy secrets, O Phoebus.
An incense of myrtle leaf, sweet bay, white myrrh, stacte, and the golden frankincense.
Yellow Metal with Mingled Purple Blushes
And her tail is extended, varied with yellow metal, in the spots of which mingled purple blushes. Between her wings there is a bright mark above, as Tris on high is wont to paint a cloud from above.
An armor of gleaming, burnished amber, gold-flecked, brushed with a whisper of wild plum and blackcurrant.