Behold: NYCC 2017 Exclusive Perfumes, Hair Gloss, and Bath Oil

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The Big Apple. The Crossroads of the World. The city so nice, we came here twice in two years, instead of our customary biennial appearance.

After three centuries, New York remains a crucible for identity and groundswell of activism. If you can manage to be somebody here, then you'll never be a nobody (unless you're The Nobodies, who plan on hosting a special meet-and-greet at our booth during this year's con).

 

Here's our video announcement accompanying this roll-out of exclusive scents!

++ NEW YORK COMIC CON 2017 ($26 apiece)


MANNAHATTA

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient;
I see that the word of my city is that word up there,
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires,
Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships—an island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies;
Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,
The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas,
The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model’d;
The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business—the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets;
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week;
The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers of horses—the brown-faced sailors;
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft;
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide;
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes;
Trottoirs throng’d—vehicles—Broadway—the women—the shops and shows,
The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating;
A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—the most courageous and friendly young men;
The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves!
The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts!
The city nested in bays! my city!
The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them!
The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them!

- Walt Whitman

I will return after death to be with them: the gleaming sharp scent of these high growths of iron, the amber of the bright sun shining, and broken ice on the river.


BROADWAY

What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim
thy waters!
What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow stem, thee!
What curious questioning glances—glints of
love!
Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!
Thou portal—thou arena—thou of the myriad
long-drawn lines and groups!
(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades tell
their inimitable tales);
Thy windows, rich and huge hotels—thy side-
walks wide;
Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling
feet!
Thou, like the parti-colored world itself—like
infinite, teeming, mocking life!
Thou visor'd, vast, unspeakable show and
lesson!

Sheer white patchouli, passionate red musk, caramelized vanilla, black opium poppy, and lilac.



++ EVE’S BIG APPLE, REDUX ($26 apiece)

But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.

I.
White apple, cucumber, muguet, cherry blossom, and honeysuckle.

II.
Red apple, ylang ylang, opoponax, and myrrh.

III.
Gingered apple champagne.

IV.
Red apple, sweet patchouli, tobacco leaf, and amber.

V.
Apple blossom, white sandalwood, and oudh.

VI.
Apple, marshmallow, apricot, and sugar cane.

VII.
Apple cardamom cake.




++ BPTP: EVE’S BIG APPLE ($28 apiece)

HONEYED APPLE HAIR GLOSS

BLACK APPLE AND PATCHOULI HAIR GLOSS

FRANKINCENSE APPLE HAIR GLOSS

APPLE MARSHMALLOW HAIR GLOSS


SUGARED APPLE BATH OIL