{"title":"The Last Unicorn","description":"\u003cp\u003eBrowse our The Last Unicorn collection. Free Shipping.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"the-harpy-celaeno-perfume-oil","title":"The Harpy Celaeno Perfume Oil","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTHE HARPY CELAENO\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe unicorn began to walk toward the harpy’s cage. Schmendrick the Magician, tiny and pale, kept opening and closing his mouth at her, and she knew what he was shrieking, though she could not hear him. “She will kill you, she will kill you! Run, you fool, while she’s still a prisoner! She will kill you if you set her free!” But the unicorn walked on, following the light of her horn, until she stood before Celaeno, the Dark One.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eFor an instant the icy wings hung silent in the air, like clouds, and the harpy’s old yellow eyes sank into the unicorn’s heart and drew her close. “I will kill you if you set me free,” the eyes said. “Set me free.” \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe unicorn lowered her head until her horn touched the lock of the harpy’s cage. The door did not swing open, and the iron bars did not thaw into starlight. But the harpy lifted her wings, and the four sides of the cage fell slowly away and down, like the petals of some great flower waking at night. And out of the wreckage the harpy bloomed, terrible and free, screaming, her hair swinging like a sword. The moon withered and fled. \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected on the harpy’s bronze breast and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star, and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. The harpy laughed with delight, and her eyes turned the color of honey. The unicorn knew that she was going to strike again. \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eClanging metal, smouldering hatred, and terror: vetiver, myrrh, patchouli, tolu balsam, black clove, bergamot, orange flower, and horseradish.\u003c\/h4\u003e","brand":"Clanging metal, smouldering hatred, and terror: vetiver, myrrh, patchouli, tolu balsam, black clove, bergamot, orange flower, and horseradish.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53112036688053,"sku":"ycs1788001173037","price":23.43,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0707\/6478\/9941\/files\/the-harpy-celaeno-perfume-oil_1.jpg?v=1788001179"},{"product_id":"hagsgate-perfume-oil","title":"Hagsgate Perfume Oil","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eHAGSGATE \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e“\u003cem\u003eWhen those words were first spoken,” Drinn said, “Haggard had not been long in the country, and all of it was still soft and blooming – all but the town of Hagsgate. Hagsgate was then as this land has become: a scrabbly, bare place where men put great stones on the roofs of their huts to keep them from blowing away.” He grinned bitterly at the older men. “Crops to harvest, stock to tend! You grew cabbages and rutabagas and a few pale potatoes, and in all of Hagsgate there was but one weary cow. Strangers thought the town accursed, having offended some vindictive witch or other.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eMolly felt the unicorn go by in the street, then turn and come back, restless as the torches on the walls, that bowed and wriggled. She wanted to run out to her, but instead she asked quietly, “And afterward, when that had come true?”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eDrinn answered, “From that moment, we have known nothing but bounty. Our grim earth has grown so kind that gardensand orchards spring up by themselves – we need neither to plant nor to tend them. Our flocks multiply; our craftsmen become more clever in their sleep; the air we breathe and the water we drink keep us from ever knowing illness. All sorrow parts to go around us – and this has come about while the rest of the realm, once so green, has shriveled to cinders under Haggard’s hand. For fifty years, none but he and we have prospered. It is as though all others had been cursed.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eAn accursed bounty: rich black soil and hay, cucumber, tomato, red lettuce, summer squash, black eggplant, arugula, grape vine, artichoke, and a tangle of herbs marred by an undercurrent of vetiver, patchouli, and black moss.\u003c\/h4\u003e","brand":"An accursed bounty: rich black soil and hay, cucumber, tomato, red lettuce, summer squash, black eggplant, arugula, grape vine, artichoke, and a tangle of herbs marred by an undercurrent of vetiver, patchouli, and black moss.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53112036720821,"sku":"znm1788001174414","price":24.09,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0707\/6478\/9941\/files\/hagsgate-perfume-oil_1.jpg?v=1788001180"},{"product_id":"king-haggard-perfume-oil","title":"King Haggard Perfume Oil","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"woocommerce-product-details__short-description\"\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eKING HAGGARD\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eHis eyes were the same color as the horns of the Red Bull. He was taller than Schmendrick, and though his face was bitterly lined there was nothing fond or foolish in it. It was a pike’s face: the jaws long and cold, the cheeks hard, the lean neck alive with power.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eDry cedar, bitter balsam, and ashes.\u003clabel class=\"screen-reader-text\" for=\"quantity_69a0a01321394\"\u003e\u003c\/label\u003e\n\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cform class=\"cart\" action=\"https:\/\/blackphoenixalchemylab.com\/shop\/the-last-unicorn\/king-haggard\/\" method=\"post\" enctype=\"multipart\/form-data\"\u003e\u003c\/form\u003e","brand":"Dry cedar, bitter balsam, and ashes.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53112036786357,"sku":"wei1788001184329","price":25.41,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0707\/6478\/9941\/files\/king-haggard-perfume-oil_1.jpg?v=1788001189"},{"product_id":"the-kings-daughter-perfume-oil","title":"The King’s Daughter Perfume Oil","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTHE KING'S DAUGHTER\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThere were a prince and a princess sitting by a stream in a wooded valley. Their seven servants had set up a scarlet canopy beneath a tree, and the royal young couple ate a box lunch to the accompaniment of lutes and theorbos. They hardly spoke a word to one another until they had finished the meal, and then the princess sighed and said, “Well, I suppose I’d best get the silly business over with.” The prince began to read a magazine.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e“You might at least –” said the princess, but the prince kept on reading. The princess made a sign to two of the servants, who began to play an older music on their lutes. Then she took a few steps on the grass, held up a bridle bright as butter, and called, “Here, unicorn, here! Here, my pretty, here to me! Comecomecomecomecome!”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe prince snickered. “It’s not your chickens you’re calling, you know,” he remarked without looking up. “Why don’t you sing something, instead of clucking like that?”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Well, I’m doing the best I can,” the princess cried. “I’ve never called one of these things before.” But after a little silence, she began to sing.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI am a king’s daughter,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd if I cared to care,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe moon that has no mistress\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWould flutter in my hair.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eNo one dares to cherish\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhat I choose to crave.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eNever have I hungered,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eThat I did not have.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eI am a king’s daughter,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd I grow old within\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe prison of my person,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe shackles of my skin.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd I would run away\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eAnd beg from door to door,\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eJust to see your shadow\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eOnce, and never more.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eSo she sang, and sang again, and then she called, “Nice unicorn, pretty, pretty, pretty,” for a little longer, and then she said angrily, “Well, I’ve done as much as I’ll do. I’m going home.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe prince yawned and folded his magazine. “You satisfied custom well enough,” he told her, “and no one expected more than that. It was just a formality. Now we can be married.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e“Yes,” the princess said, “now we can be married.” The servants began to pack everything away again, while the two with the lutes played joyous wedding music. The princess’s voice was a little sad and defiant as she said, “If there really were such things as unicorns, one would have come to me. I called as sweetly as anyone could, and I had the golden bridle. And of course I am pure and untouched.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e“For all of me, you are,” the prince answered indifferently. “As I say, you satisfy custom. You don’t satisfy my father, but then neither do I. That would take a unicorn.” He was tall, and his face was as soft and pleasant as a marshmallow.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhen they and their retinue were gone, the unicorn came out of the wood, followed by Molly and the magician, and took up her journey again. A long time later, wandering in another country where there were no streams and nothing green, Molly asked her why she had not gone to the princess’s song. Schmendrick drew near to listen to the answer, though he stayed on his side of the unicorn. He never walked on Molly’s side.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe unicorn said, “That king’s daughter would never have run away to see my shadow. If I had shown myself, and she had known me, she would have been more frightened than if she had seen a dragon, for no one makes promises to a dragon. I remember that once it never mattered to me whether or not princesses meant what they sang. I went to them all and laid my head in their laps, and a few of them rode on my back, though most were afraid. But I have no time for them now, princesses or kitchenmaids. 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She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eFrosty lilac petals, iris pallida root, orris, violet leaf, white chocolate, coconut, wild lettuce, white sandalwood, white gardenia and oakmoss.\u003clabel class=\"screen-reader-text\" for=\"quantity_69a0a882637d4\"\u003e\u003c\/label\u003e\n\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cform class=\"cart\" action=\"https:\/\/blackphoenixalchemylab.com\/shop\/the-last-unicorn\/the-last-unicorn\/\" method=\"post\" enctype=\"multipart\/form-data\"\u003e\u003c\/form\u003e","brand":"Frosty lilac petals, iris pallida root, orris, violet leaf, white chocolate, coconut, wild lettuce, white sandalwood, white gardenia and oakmoss.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53112036851893,"sku":"dqp1788001189775","price":20.13,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0707\/6478\/9941\/files\/the-last-unicorn-perfume-oil_1.jpg?v=1788001195"},{"product_id":"the-lilac-wood-perfume-oil","title":"The Lilac Wood Perfume Oil","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"woocommerce-product-details__short-description\"\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTHE LILAC WOOD\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eIt was always spring in her forest, because she lived there, and she wandered all day among the great beech trees, keeping watch over the animals that lived in the ground and under bushes, in nests and caves, earths and treetops. Generation after generation, wolves and rabbits alike, they hunted and loved and had children and died, and as the unicorn did none of these things, she never grew tired of watching them.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003eAgeless trees, everblooming flowers, brilliant grass, a flicker of fireflies, and soft shadows.\u003clabel class=\"screen-reader-text\" for=\"quantity_69a0a883ae231\"\u003e\u003c\/label\u003e\n\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cform class=\"cart\" action=\"https:\/\/blackphoenixalchemylab.com\/shop\/the-last-unicorn\/the-lilac-wood\/\" method=\"post\" enctype=\"multipart\/form-data\"\u003e\u003c\/form\u003e","brand":"Ageless trees, everblooming flowers, brilliant grass, a flicker of fireflies, and soft shadows.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53112036884661,"sku":"lsm1788001191184","price":20.13,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0707\/6478\/9941\/files\/the-lilac-wood-perfume-oil_1.jpg?v=1788001197"},{"product_id":"molly-grue-perfume-oil","title":"Molly Grue Perfume Oil","description":"\u003ch2\u003eMOLLY GRUE\u003cem\u003e \u003c\/em\u003e\n\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eMolly 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.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eShe sang a verse of a doleful, limping song, halting after each line as she tried to recall the next.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cem\u003e‘Who has choices need not choose.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cem\u003eWe must, who have none.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cem\u003eWe can love but what we lose –\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cem\u003eWhat is gone is gone.’\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eSchmendrick 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.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e“I don’t remember. I’ve known it a long time.”\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe 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. 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