Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Sensational Headline

Ignore the title, it's an inside joke between me, myself, and I.

Life is funny, isn't it? Just when you think you have it figured out, or you think you know what you're finally doing, something comes along and totally changes your perspective -- again. I'm not sure, but is this normal? I mean, is it supposed to feel like a roller coaster ride? Or is it supposed to be a cool, lazy swing in a hammock? I often wonder if it's just the crazy machinations of my mind and -- and, well, that there is no 'normal', and turmoil reigns, and stress is a given, and death lurks in the tiniest crack so that we can't see it until it seeps out and surprises us with a visit. I'm being morbid. Sorry. It's just been a lot of life happening lately.

I've been charging organic virgin coconut oil with the honeysuckle, which you know if you read this blog regularly, and I'm not really noticing any difference in the scent of the menstruum. I've charged the oil four times so far, once in a fit of experimentation I took an entire arm of live honeysuckle branch and wound it up into a spiral to place under the glass. I even wrapped the cut end of the branch with a wet paper towel so the buds at the end of the branch would live long enough to bloom. That's about the time I noticed the oil wasn't really picking up any scent. So now I'm back to cutting blooms and piling them up under the glass. I think this blooming season will last a while since the weather's been fairly mild. The lack of water might be an issue since there's really no way to water the honeysuckle bushes without lugging buckets from inside the house.

I've also been emptying more boxes from the move six months ago. Nearly all of the boxes are perfume-related materials, treasures. Going through everything slowly feels like a smoother assimilation process than trying to empty them all at once -- this new house lacks storage and willing bodies to help put things to rights, so that the terrain of the house changes from day to day, something moved from here to there, something else hung on the wall, tucked in a closet, shoved in a drawer, or displayed in the middle of the room. I've also found some things of my mother's that she'd given to me prior to her passing, things she wanted me to have or sell. There are antique knick-knacks, textiles, and a few dresses from the 30's, 40's, 50's, and 60's. It's pretty cool stuff, and if I had anywhere to keep them all, or I could wear them, I would.





Monday, August 18, 2014

Working on the Base Formulation for a Lovely Kyphi Perfume Oil and Body Balm

Fall is coming, I can feel it in my ... sinuses! I've been working on a Kyphi project, not a Kyphi incense, but a Kyphi perfume oil. I've been asked repeatedly to do this, and I just didn't give the requests much credence before. I am now because of the change in direction with the biz and all. Again, I reiterate, I'm not out of the smells business, just not the froo-froo bottles and accoutrements that go with high dollar alcohol-based natural perfumes. I've got this really cool idea to make bath bombs again and calling them Djinn Fizzies. Y'know, like a sloe gin fizz? Or maybe you don't know. Sloe gin was really popular back in the 40's and 50's, gin made with sloe berries tasted a little bit like cough syrup, which is why you cut that medicinal bit with some carbonation (the fizz). Back when I was a youngster hanging out with the older crowd, we'd hit up a steakhouse in the oldest part of Fresno where the owners would freely and without question serve me and my equally underage best friend cocktails. We got talked into sloe gin fizzes and the rest was history. Well, not really. That was the only time in my life I ever drank them, but the fun established through those drinks remains firmly branded in my old brain. To make a sloe gin fizz, you'll need two ounces of sloe gin (pretty red wine colored alcohol) poured over two or three ice cubes, one ounce lemon juice, one ounce of simple syrup (more sugar!), and top off the glass with soda water, the fresher the better. If you've a mind to be silly, make sure the glass is very sturdy, heavy bottomed, place your palm over the opening of the drink, then holding the glass with the other hand, bonk the bottom of the glass onto the counter (make sure that won't break either), so the bubbles erupt, then drink it all down in one shot. Anyway, now that you've had your alcohol lesson for the day, let me move onto what I was originally talking about -- Djinn Fizzies for the tub.


 I made a lot of bath bombs back when I ran Delicia, the skincare store in the Tower District. Lots. We had buckets of those babies -- Hot Buttered Hippie, Your Mama Wears Jasmine loaded with real jasmine grandiflorum absolute and sparkling green and pink glitter; Ylang-Ylang; Caramelita with shea butter, burnt sugar, and jasmine grandiflorum; Meditatio with frankincense, myrrh, pink grapefruit, santal, and bergamot; Evangeline with bergamot, lemongrass, ylang and geranium. There was also Antonia, Mocha, Padrino, Stella Negro, Stella Vermiglio, Aromatizzare (clove, frankincense, bergamot), Seaweed, Sophia (rose and vanilla) -- we were the bath bomb hub in our little corner of the world. The problem was the molds. We were using those Christmas ball molds, the ones where you put your own Christmas whatever inside and snap the two halves back together. They wore out quickly. Then we had a mold that made bath bombs the size of a newborn baby's head. No kidding. You could almost go bowling with those bath bombs. Then space became an issue again once the store front shut down, I didn't have anywhere to store the big bags of raw materials necessary to make the bath bombs, plus I kept getting requests for plain vanilla or plain chocolate and that got boring very quickly. I don't do plain well. Then I really got caught up in the perfumery biz and let all the other fabulous stuff I made go by the wayside. Well, it's coming back! I can't help myself. The scent formulations will be much more complex and perfumey than what I did before, but that's okay, right?

So soon on the menu will be Djinn Fizzies in varying scent combinations, and Kyphi Perfume Oils. I've been treating the Kyphi perfume oil formulation with the same reverence I do when I make incense. Each oil is given a day to meld and marry into the whole, I play soothing music, burn incense, have a 7-day candle burning, and repeat the process daily, adding one more oil to the formula. The current Kyphi Perfume Oil formulation I'm working on is based on a more traditional Egyptian style Kyphi recipe. Thus far it contains three different frankincense oils, two myrrh oils, and a vintage lemongrass oil. Next up is the cognac (wine element), then galangal, calamus, santal, mastic, and more. So far it smells very cathedral.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Yesterday

It was another one of 'those' days yesterday, a day of sadness and reflection, some regret, and ultimately, acceptance that it is what it is. I actually hate that. 'It is what it is' means giving in, something I don't do well. And this news came on the whipping tail of another tragedy, another friend lost, this one at his own hand. Last Tuesday a man I knew some 30 years ago took his life after years of addiction. I guess one might say it was inevitable, considering the track he'd found himself on. But that's not fair, really. He was brilliant in a non academic way. His Bull-Shit-O-Meter was set high -- or low, depending upon where the low tolerance level is on a Bull-Shit-O-Meter -- and he had a way of seeing clear through the lies one tells themselves into the soul of the problem and then stating them with a sink or swim attitude. Too bad he didn't see it in himself soon enough to do something about it -- or maybe he did and just didn't care anymore. The other tragic loss, the one from yesterday, was my friend (and I call her that because we had a connection, though we rarely spoke or saw one another) Sara Barillas (Phillips) of Kitchen Sink Collective aka Lobeliarama fame. Brilliant doesn't even begin to describe her intellect. And yet another with a Bull-Shit-O-Meter set at the lowest tolerance level. She was quick-minded and saw the world with such clarity. I envy people who don't let expectations cloud their judgements, and Sara was definitely one of those people. Plus, she was ethereal. I mean, it was difficult to believe, once you met her, that this diminutive, sweet-faced fairy doll of a woman could possess such a whip cord wit and intellect. The last time I met with her, we had lunch with our friends at a Pakistani buffet (which, as weird as it sounds, was actually pretty damned good), and even with the meds and the ever present exhaustion she experienced, I could still feel her curiosity-filled eyes taking it all in -- even caught her staring for a moment, figuring something out about me in my profile, I suppose, and then she smiled and looked away. There was a lot of love in that last meeting, and I felt, as I walked away from her house, that it would be the last time I'd see her, and I hated that feeling. I will miss her. So much.


Friday, August 08, 2014

Not So Idle Hands

Lest you think I've been sitting idly by as I watch my perfumery being sold off to the highest bidder (literally), I'll have you know that I have not -- been sitting idly by. I've done some distillation, and I've reconsidered my perfumery involvement and come up with some pretty good goods to sell at the apothecary. The next project will be oil perfumes based on the Kyphi formulations I've already made. I've been asked for years to create oil-based perfumes and I stubbornly rejected the idea. I'm not doing that anymore. Oil-based perfumery is still perfumery and can be as beautiful and classy as a mist of spray from a pretty little bottle of natural perfume.

Here's what's up:

Tuberose & Patchouli Body Mist 2.5 oz

Rose Geranium & Olive Leaf Hydrosol 2.5 oz



These are going up on The Scented Djinn's Etsy Apothecary right .... now!

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Question for Ya

I've posted this on my Facebook business page, and on my private page, but have only generated a couple of answers (basically, it's one or the other), so I'll ask here, and feel free to elaborate ~ to those of you familiar with the central coast of California, which would you consider a better place to open an incense/perfumery/botanical shop, Pismo Beach, CA, or Cambria, CA?

Treasure

I've been doing a bit of bookwork and whatnot for a friend, and she paid me with this:


It's a Turkish brazier, used for burning coals to keep the home warm, like a primitive portable space heater. It is meant to go into the Thurifercorum when I set up shop and we'll be burning incense in it, as I've already done a time or three.






It's quite large, as evidenced by this nickel-sized coin I placed on the rim to indicate the, um, size.


I think it was once in pieces and someone had to put it back together, the handles and the finial on top, because one of the handles is upside down. I'm hoping the screw and nut haven't rusted so I can remove them and turn the handle right side up. It looks kind of old, but I haven't had much luck figuring out exactly how old, or what it's worth. I know what it's worth to me as a piece to use in my shop, but I don't know it's true value monetarily.

I've been going through more thoroughly all the boxes I have here full of perfumer's stuff, and I'm discovering things that I thought were gone (as is the norm with me). It's probably fairly apparent I don't do inventory well. I've made a decent bit of cash selling off my perfumer's treasures, but again, I've barely scraped the surface. The closer I get to the books, the more anxious I become. Getting rid of the books is going to be the hardest thing I will be doing, but it must be done in order to move on from this rut and to where I want to be. I can't help but think about the next time I move and how much lighter it will be. When this is over, the culling of the perfumer's wares, I'm going to take some time off to think about the future. I feel the last year has been like riding in a car with no steering, things just happen and the car careens along without my consent (images of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride). I understand, the Universe doesn't require my consent, but sometimes, just once, I'd like to have my hands on the wheel for a little while. And I want to write more. Some fiction. Some semi-fiction. I just finished up a booklet for Kyphi making primarily to hand out at the Kyphi class on August 30, but I've also put it up on Amazon for sale. It isn't much yet, but as I teach and gather more diverse materials and work with their spirits, and I have cleared space in my head (the cull), I will bulk up the booklet into a book with much more research work and theories and try to present something that's special, and perhaps necessary -- and information gleaned from seeing into the hearts of the students whose hands mold the Kyphi, because, as I've said time and again, making Kyphi moves a person's soul into a place they've never been before. A transcendence commences.

I'm looking forward to focusing more on what my heart wants to do, rather than what I've trained my brain to do. My creative skills are much more eclectic, and standing staunchly with alcohol-based perfumery has revealed itself to be a mistake. Yes. I said it. A mistake. I've learned a lot, taught a lot, tried to help people and move them forward, but all the while I was doing this, I was spinning my wheels. This is, perhaps, a character flaw that I have, that I will bend over backward, put myself out, and generally work for someone else's benefit while allowing my interests to falter.

Before I got side-tracked by perfumery, I had a booming skin care business. Some of you might remember that. I let all of it go by the wayside when I started working in perfumery because it's what I wanted to do at the time. I had found a new love and wanted to spend as much time with 'him' as I could. As the years progressed, I realized that what I loved most about perfumery was the raw materials. I loved evaluating, formulating accords, finding out if this would work with that, and then building upon it. When it came to production, I sucked. Still suck. My perfumes are good, they really are, I just suck at marketing, public image (as this post can attest), and consistency.

Right now, I feel like I've come full circle. I've learned what the perfume had to teach me, and while I may produce a perfume once a year, or once every two years, I won't be wracking my brain 24-7 trying to come up with formulations to please myself or anyone else.  I'm going to work with Kyphi, soap, simple oil-based perfumes, body oils, body butters, sugar scrubs -- basically the lovely skin care I used to make, only mo' bett'a because I've got a solid decade of perfume practice under my belt. This should be fun.


Sunday, August 03, 2014

Less is More

The purge continues. I've got 27 items listed on my ebay, not all of which have sold, but thank heavens for ebay's automatic relist thingey or I'd be trudging through that rigamarole again and again. I've also got some vintage perfumer's raw materials listed on my Etsy page. Yet, with all that's posted, it's nothing, a drop, compared to what's stacked under the work bench, in the closet, and languishing still in boxes in the garage. I've made little headway through the morass that is my broken perfumer's studio. I've had a few inquiries about what I'm doing, am I quitting the perfume business and whatnot. The answer is no. No, I'm not quitting. I'm reorganizing. I did it back in 2006 and 2007 (and  I was soundly  blasted online for it) when I took off a year from my shop to work with a collective to better learn perfumery before going ahead full force. I've been in the scent business since the 80's, and I've been collecting scent-related materials, collectibles, raw materials, and supplies, since the 90's, so you can imagine the loads of stuff I have that I haven't touched or used in years. Years. That's a long time to drag things around from house to house, keeping them because 'some day'. The only part of this collection of perfume-related paraphernalia that I am loathe to part with are the books. Some of them are irreplaceable, and I'm a book hound anyway, books of any subject tickle me to no end. To me, a book is a treasure chest. While it's been freeing to rid myself of the knick knacks of a perfumer's life, there is some small part of me that thinks, well, what if this is the end? What if I purge too much and can no longer do the work I so love doing? Then I remember, I started from scratch before, I can do it again if I have to. Plus now there is this advantage I have of not having to re-learn all the stuff that took me over a decade to learn about perfumery. And I'm keeping the bones of the work intact -- all the lab equipment, with the exception of the new gently used glass distillation unit I just purchased, I'm keeping. Plus all the new bottles I purchased to sell the perfumes in, I'm keeping those as well. It's insane that I have three plastic bins filled with varying types of perfume bottles and vials and tins and containers. I don't need them! I don't use them. I just drag them hither and yon, creating a mess of excess wherever I go. I've had enough. Plus I could use the money, and the space, and the peace of mind to proceed with the next step in this journey. My losses are potentially your gains.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Scratching the Surface of What's In the Apothecary

I've thought long and hard about this and with some regret, but I am committed to downsizing this crazy mess of apothecary stuff. I've got rare and beautiful tinctures/evulsions everywhere, bottles and bottles, collections of rare antique and vintage apothecary bottles specific to perfume ingredients (think Fritzsche Bros., Magnus, Mabee & Raynard, etc.) some with contents, some without. Vintage and antique perfume bottles, perfume ephemera (posters, pictures) that there is literally no room for -- why? Because the daughter moved in. Fell on hard times and now has been transplanted square in the middle of my stuff. But that's not the only reason why. I've been thinking about doing this for a while. It's difficult because these items, as ugly as some of them are, are my babies, my treasures, my tangible connection to this fragrant world I've entangled myself. Plus I need the cash. Got a big, big, BIG bill to pay off before I can move on with the Thurifercorum. Clean slate kind of thing. That or jail ~ haha!

Thus far on my Ebay seller's site I've got a big 1 lb bottle of Snake Root Oil, the Canadian variety, the one used in perfumery years and years ago to help modify ginger root oil and add an earthy, breathy, clean woody, tealike scent to perfume compositions. It went out of production because it never really was in large scale production. Snake root wasn't a cultivated crop, so it was all wild harvested, and the only country distilling it was the USA, in very small batches. Anyway, 1 lb bottle circa 1980's, 1/4 of the contents gone (I decanted a bit for my library), selling for $100 or whatever anyone wants to haggle over. This stuff is rare. I've done several searches and have yet to find anyone producing it. Snake roots, yes, snake root oil distilled? No.


I also put up a nice duo of perfume bottles, cut crystal, I believe, circa late 1800's, early 1900's, gold embossed labels, in the original padded perfume box, which is damaged. Very sexy little grouping, that.





I'm also selling off my prized hyacinth evulsion (sonicated tincture) which is about 20 times charged over two growing seasons, so the scent is strong and reminiscent of the absolute. Needs dilution to hit the right spot and come off as hyacinth. I can't decide if I want to sell the entire bottle, about 100 mls, or in smaller increments. Depends upon inquiries, I guess.

I also have 60 mls of intense -- INTENSE -- aloeswood evulsion from 2008 that is to die for! It's absolutely stunningly beautifully gorgeous.

Small samples of these items are available to serious potential buyers only.

More to come as I continue digging and poking about the tinctures. I think there's a gorgeous, thick, resinous, syrupy organic Calimyrna fig tincture from 2006 or so . . .

If interested in any of these items, or on a fishing expedition looking for specific stuff (that I might have), please contact me at thescenteddjinn@yahoo.com.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Selling Off Raw Materials

Over the next few weeks, I will be selling off some of the raw materials and other perfume-related items that I've acquired throughout the years to help pay off some debts and begin in a new aromatic direction. Still in the perfume game, still dabbling with the soaps, still writing, but I really want to explore and go down the rabbit hole that is Kyphi and other Kyphi-like incenses. Good things on the horizon.


Sunday, July 13, 2014

A New Opportunity Arises

Wild-harvested Pine Resin (Sierra Nevadas, CA)

It's been a real struggle keeping the business end of my business going -- it works in spurts and stops. The most successful new 'thing' I've begun is the making and selling of Kyphi incense. I enjoy a small, but dedicated, group of clients, and a smattering of one-shot sales. Without a big budget or some significant capital, it's like treading water. The thing is, I can't stop. I'll use whatever I can scrape together to get what I need to continue offering these delicious and unusual scent items. Which is why I'm considering a job. A real life job. A job to help fund my work. Because I've been asked to go into production with the Kyphi. There is huge potential to be represented in trade shows all over the country and possibly abroad. People who get it are truly and sincerely interested in working with me to make Kyphi a household name. Well, maybe not so common as that. It's all still in its early tentative stages, but the inquiries have been made and the response has been a big hell yeah. So. The future looks golden -- like sweet lemony frankincense golden.

Monday, June 30, 2014

The Adventures of a Renegade Wildharvester

Canvas tool bag, several pairs of gardening gloves, two shears, bag of gallon zipper bags

This is my wildharvesting kit. Simple enough. It seemed an absolute necessity since prior to putting together 'the kit', I was ripping plants out of the ground with my bare hands, making a complete mess of myself and the plantlife I was disrespectfully harvesting.

Where I live, on the central coast, there's a law on the books wherein you bring your own bags to bag groceries and whatnot -- stores over a certain size no longer provide plastic grocery bags -- and the paper ones, too -- to their customers, which is fine and dandy as far as I'm concerned. However, it creates a deficit in random plastic grocery bags floating around in the trunk of the car when wildharvesting. And not having shears handy was a problem as well. Or gloves. Common sense dictated a kit.

Thar she blows, the official Stealth Wildharvesters Kit. Also works great if you're raiding your neighbors pot farm. I'm kidding. Really. Kidding. Okay.

Who would ever suspect the lady walking around the neighborhood with a little black tool bag? Well, yeah, just about everybody, sure. I promise to ask before I commence snipping.

The town I live in is covered with lavender. Every island in the road, every dr's office garden, every frontage at the strip malls -- covered with blooming lavender -- and me just itching to snip. And it looks to be the good stuff, too, the fine English, sweet and delicate and frickin' blooming! Can you tell this is driving me nuts? All this material and the legal issues of raiding the city's garden looming.


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Soap & Honeysuckle

The last soap I made, the lemongrass, vetyver, Peru balsam, nutmeg, and petit grain Maroc, ended up being a modified hot process soap. It heated up in the molds, more than I've ever seen previous soaps made in these molds have, and became really dense and solid. They smell fabulous, look a bit strange, but as they cure, they become more intensely fragrant. I hope you like earthy lemongrass with a high note of citrus and neroli, because that's pretty much what it smells like at this point, and the ph is perfect. I'll be wrapping up these honies this morning and putting them up at the Apothecary later today. Then I'm digging 'round for that tulsi oil and putting it together with a nice aged patchouli oil and making another sacred blend. Tulsi and patchouli together create dream states, so I figure this is a pretty good before-bed kind of blend for soap.

My honeysuckle enfleurage went the way of the dodo. With all the traveling back and forth between here and Fresno these past few months, I sort of missed out on the harvest. Though these honeysuckle here bloom throughout the summer, the flush was in mid-May, when I wasn't home. I got a few good batches into the oil, and I've used the enfleurage a time or two on my face (fabulous!), but it's not nearly honeysuckley smelling enough. Plus we've got new neighbors behind us who share the honeysuckle fence and they have rude little yappy dogs who think its their job to stand at the fence and bark into my back door, a space of less than four feet from slathering dog mouth to slightly cracked doorway. It gets annoying, and don't even think about going outside, because then they go into paroxysms of barking, running, hopping, and more barking, running, and hopping. Don't get me started on the piles of dog poo at the fenceline that the dog owners don't clean up. Thank heavens the wind blows toward their windows and not mine, or I'd be there knocking on their door asking them to clean up. And then there are the flies the poo lure in . . . not a good scene. I do have to get on those honeysuckle, though, as I've promised a trade with another distiller to swap honeysuckle hydrosols. Mine will be a bit late, I think.

Plans to 'redo' the back strip have halted, mainly because of those dogs. A person can't go back and sit in the shady corner reading a book and drinking tea without those little buttheads causing a ruckus. After all our hard work over the winter, too. At any rate, we're considering moving next year, to a less traveled road. We're on a corner, turns out a main corner, here in Atascadero, and the traffic, especially in the early AM is relentless. It's the main road in and out for the bikers, too, so we get a lot of revving of engines and burn outs, not to mention the daily back and forth to school traffic. The way our house sits on the hill, all the sound just slides up, amplifies, and then pours into the house. It's like living on a curve of a race track. Thank heavens for dual pane windows, but forget about getting any fresh air.


So some of you might be wondering why this sudden flush of creativity resulting in new product at The Scented Djinn (and then some of you may not know what I'm talking about), why after all these months have I seemingly overnight begun getting back on track. Well, I'll tell you. I've decided, for the second time in my life to go raw. Only this time, I'm going to do it right. I began last Tuesday, the 16th, and I'm already over what the raw gurus call 'detox', though honestly I don't believe that's what it is at all -- it's more like withdrawal than detox. Withdrawal from processed sugar, mostly. Now that I'm over it, I'm feeling better than I have in years. I know, sounds crazy, only six days doing this and already I'm feeling great, but I have to tell you, after feeling the way I have for the past six months or so, almost any upward tic would have been a fantastic improvement. The sky was falling and it was scooping up the blues, and the blues, they were drowning me. I did a fair bit of research this time around, much like I did in 2006 when I was considering raw then, and discovered that most of the hoopla and false claims stuff was gone. The main gurus are still hanging about, mostly selling books and product to help people stay raw, though much of what they sell are raw chips, raw desserts -- things people who stop eating processed food and only eat raw crave, though technically, according to those same gurus, you lose your cravings for those types of food. I know, it's confusing. Back in 2006, the raw food movement was in full swing with all these people talking about how raw was the only way to go, and then blasting each other on their public forums about how un-raw that guy was over this guy -- just like everything else, the politics were brutal. I distinctly remember one raw guru publicly mocking another raw guru because someone snapped a picture of him holding a can of (insert big name brand here) soda. Now, whether he was holding that can for demonstrative purposes or he was actually drinking it was never discussed, but I made up my mind right then and there that I wasn't going to be one of those crazy raw people who talked dirt on other raw people -- or about my poops and details about everything I ate, and about how wonderful I felt all the time. But I ended up doing that anyway. I had a blog called 'Blogging in the Raw' where I did indeed discuss my poops and what I ate and how great I felt, how I looked 10 years younger, and my skin was radiant, and all that stuff that goes with eating raw. I did refrain from the politics, though. I was getting recognized by the raw food folks and their followers as one of the on-the-way-to-success stories. I'd lost something like 35 pounds in about two months, and I was eating like a pig. Then I plateaued out in the weight department, but still felt so good about being raw that I stuck with it for another year or so, until -- until I began to be solicited for raw food product reviews. I was being sent naturally raw flavored coconut oil spreads and raw chips and crackers, and for the most part they were okay. I loved the coconut oil spreads, but, man, that was straight up fat! Tasty, tasty fat, but fat nonetheless, which explained the weight plateau. And then I started getting criticized on my blog about turning from straight fresh raw vegetables, fruit and nuts to this 'processed raw food'. I remember this comment left by a professed Ayn Rand acolyte telling me I wasn't raw at all if I ate 'this' or 'that', and that I was a poor excuse for a raw food blogger. I think I told her if what I did really bothered her, she was invited to stop reading my blog. I mean, I did feel a little bit like a traitor because even I didn't think these mixed and mashed and combined things were, in a purists sense, raw foods, especially if I wasn't doing the mixing and mashing at home. I mean, who really knows what goes into that stuff anyway? So, there I was, once again being solicited to review this new company on the East coast that had just started out and wanted to get some free advertising. They sent me a box of raw chips. I can't even remember what they said was in those chips, I just remember getting full sized bags of something like five different 'raw chips'. I was really excited about it, too. Until I ate them. I'm not kidding, these chips tasted like vomit. Straight up puke. They were horrid. And I remember that it was across the board, not just one bag with a weird spice combination, but ALL samples of those chips tasted like upchuck from a bout of food poisoning. That was it for me. I was done with raw.

I'm determined this time around not to make the same mistakes I made then. First of all, I'm REALLY never going to talk about my poop. Maybe the neighbor's dog's poop, but not mine. I'm also not going to record everything I eat in a public forum, unless I'm talking about a really great bunch of purple carrots I picked up at the farmer's market. You don't need to know what I'm going to do with those carrots except that I'm probably going to eat them. I'm not going to start a raw blog either. I've got a blog -- heck, I've got three blogs already and I only ever really write here. But as far as the diet itself goes and those mistakes I made earlier, I can summarize quite nicely and then never speak of it again. Less bananas, because, really, who needs to eat 30 f*cking bananas every day? Monkeys, that's who. Fewer nuts. Nuts were the bane of my raw existence (other than puke chips). Packed with calories and way too easy to binge with. Raw coconut oil. Steering clear of it. And, of course, processed raw foods. These are the things that really put the nail in the coffin with the weight loss part of being raw, and I'm only telling you this because I think it's important to know if you ever plan to embark on a raw food diet. Steer clear the pitfalls. Will I eat raw fish? Yes. Raw meats? Hell no. Honey? Uh-huh, only once in a while for the B12s.

And that's that.




Thursday, June 19, 2014

Building Up Dreams...And Oudh

I've been thinking a lot about patchouli lately, and especially that soap I made a while back with the strip of solid patchouli powder running through the center, and how gorgeously intense and truly vibrational it was -- that soap. And tea. I've been thinking a lot about tea since embarking on another project -- me. I've gone raw again, for the second time in my life. Something about eating this way clears the cobwebs from the mind, makes one seem more creative, more in tune with what's going on around them. I desperately need that back. Tea is an approved raw food, not the traditional camellia type, but herbal teas. After a bit of research, I discovered that patchouli makes a fine tea (I know it's delicious in food ~ see my Perfumer's Cookbook for a lovely patchouli spice inspired bread), specific to the spiritual and shamanistic aspects of dreams, a topic in which I am wholeheartedly interested. Patchouli and what? Tulsi, of course. Holy basil. Maybe thinking about adding some tea to the store stock once I've perfected a few blends, get those dreams going everywhere, because sometimes in the confusion of those nonsensical dreams, a wisp of truth is found, a foundation upon which to grow a greater understanding of our situations.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that I'm going to make two types of soap today. The pretty one with lemongrass, nutmeg, vetyver, and Peru balsam, but also a patchouli and holy basil soap. I am inspired.


I've been unpacking more boxes from the old studio and have discovered some things that really sparked the inspiration. Oudh, for example, more fodder for the Chon perfume I'm working on. I found an old oudh tincture I made back in 2004 when I didn't really know quite how to make tinctures and overdid them -- this one is about 40% oudh to 60% alcohol, thick and nearly syrupy. Beautiful. There were also small samples of oudh from Cambodia, Vietnam, a few of undisclosed origins -- all fabulously oudhy in varying degrees of funk and sweetness. This Chon will definitely be a limited release perfume judging by what's going into it -- I could never find an aged tincture or some of these other oudhs that are in my collection anywhere else in the world, and if I could, the cost to procure them would be prohibitive.

So I'm working on the business plan again, this time micro planning each step. I am such a scatterbrain (ADD) most of the time that if I don't have a solid plan, I never reach the goal. Okay, maybe not a solid plan, perhaps a squishy plan, because nothing irks me as much as following rules, even my own, to the letter. I believe in variables. I believe that sometimes the easy way out is the only way out, and because it's the easy way out does not make it an easy decision to make. So there's this plan, subject to the whims of the Universe, that I will adhere to with all the gumption I can muster because this place I have imagined, this shop, this beautiful little store, an amusement park for the grown-ups, part museum, part apothecary, part gathering place, part academy -- a place you will never want to leave, is worth bringing into the world.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Looking Up, Looking Ahead

Earlier this year I came very close to an opportunity to teach a student in a one-on-one situation -- an apprentice of sorts, close enough in physical proximity to schedule in-person meetings and whatnot, but far enough away that daily instruction via computer and phone was required. It fell through within a couple of weeks, once the prospective student came to the realization that becoming a natural perfumer is no walk in the park. It's work. I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get started, and I was sending course layouts and lists to this prospective student, really getting into it, letting my imagination run wild; our first meeting, our first ah-ha moment, our connection through aromatics. It was much like how an expectant parent pictures their future child, a chubby, happy, smiling ball of sweetness, more beautiful and more brilliant than any other baby before it -- until the reality sets in, and instead of that utopian-style baby, a colicky, butt rashy, puking mass of tears and poop and snot that we love with all our hearts and souls shows up. I do tend to glamorize imagined situations so that the reality is either an enormous letdown, or a tremendous surprise. It was neither this time. I had a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that sooner or later (hoping sooner before too much time and effort was spent) the student would come to her senses. I was, however, a bit disappointed. I almost allowed myself to become angry about it, I mean, I'd spent so much time preparing and my initial thought was, does this person think I've nothing better to do but to sit here catering to their wishes, uncompensated? That was the old me thinking, though, and I stopped it right there. It's got nothing to do with me at all. This student made a wise decision to stop when she knew she might be getting in over her head, and I commend her for it. My problem is that I was ill-prepared, and again, not her fault. I should already have this protocol set up, shouldn't I? I mean, that would be the smart thing to do. I've been toying with the idea of starting a small apprenticeship group but I was afraid it might be a conflict of interest with the Academy. Do you see I'm talking myself into this? I am. It's an entirely different animal altogether, what I do with students one-on-one, through workshops, meetings, etc., and what I do online with the Academy. What do you think about this?

Must wait to make any moves on this idea until Mercury is done with its tantrum.

Yesterday's lapsang souchong hydrosol came out well. I'm surprised at how non-offensive it is, given its smoky, leathery, burnt characteristics. I like it. I would recommend its being used as part of a skin care regimen prior to bed since some of the smoky effects might linger into the day if used as part of a morning regimen. Imagine walking into the office and someone asks if you smell barbeque, and then you realize it's your face. Eau de Mo's Deep Pit Pork Barbeque. I'm still gathering lilies in preparation of a distillation -- that may happen either this evening or tomorrow morning, when bag three is filled with sweet smelling lily blossoms. The first run, the test run, I made a few days ago is green with bare hints of sweet floral. I want to intensify that floral bit and I'm hoping these extra three bags will do the trick.

Got off track with the soap yesterday. While I was unpacking even more boxes of aromatics, instead of finding the elements for the soap, I found other things to distract me from my mission, and ended up doing nothing. No soap. A few more bottles crowding up the bench, and a sinking feeling that lack of organization is once again kicking my butt. The storage opportunities here are nonexistent. I did want to tell you about this wonderful vintage, say 1950's or 60's, medical cabinet I found in a sweet little antiques shop in Nipomo a few weeks ago -- good price, and absolutely perfect for storing lots and lots and lots of bottles of raw materials. It's metal with the coated porcelain top, sort of like a tray, on top -- loads of dilution fun to be had there. If it's still available in a few weeks, I'm going to make arrangements to have it delivered. I was fortunate in the last house that it had built-in cabinetry throughout and lots of places to store things so they weren't just hanging about in boxes. Not here. There isn't even a coat closet, or a linen closet. It's as if what little storage there is was an afterthought.

So I'm doing a cleanse, which is why I'm here writing this post and not working on projects. My energy levels are very low. A fair bit of butt draggery is going on. I will do my best, though. I have bags of cedar and juniper and white sage to powder for incense, so I'd best work up the energy to do it.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Soap!


I'm going to make soap today. I keep thinking I want to make something really rich and decadent and lush and whatnot, and my thoughts immediately begin with patchouli because to me, patchouli, especially the aged ones, best represent that idea. But geesh, how many patchouli soaps can I make? So, rethinking the scent combo, maybe something else, maybe some vetyver with rose and some jasmine sambac, a bit of blood orange and something spicy, a touch of cloves perhaps -- ooh, no, nutmeg! Yes, nutmeg, vetyver, rose, jasmine sambac, and blood orange. A year or so ago I made a patchouli soap with a thick ribbon of powdered patchouli leaf running through it -- a layer between the bottom half of the patchouli scented soap, and the top half, which was patchouli and santal and other deliciously scented aromatics. When I first made it, it wasn't all that impressive, I mean, it was nice -- really nice -- but it wasn't spectacular as I'd imagined it would be, BUT -- now a year later, I found an end cut of that soap and man, oh, man, was I wrong. Age turned that little hunk o' soap into this musky, dank, dark, sweet, honied patchouli balm. So I'm wondering if a new line of soaps aren't in order, an overly scented and aged soap, aged like six months, to really set the scent and get that ph balanced out just right.


 Still gathering yellow day lilies for distillation. I have two gallon sized bags full of flowers in the freezer. I suppose that's something else I could work on today. Idle hands and all that.






Thursday, June 12, 2014

New Adventures


The first year's batch of distillation for hydrosol, sea vegetables, a.k.a. seaweed, turned out nice. It was just a test batch, so I didn't put any up for sale. The second, third, and fourth batches, all combinations of white sage with cedar and/or juniper, turned out even better. These were all done in the new glass al embic. Today, however, I changed things up a bit and plucked about a dozen of these lovely yellow daylilies from the garden and distilled them in the copper al embic, utilizing a trick or two to get a true-to-the-flower scent. This will be distilled again with a fresh batch of yellow daylilies day after day until I have something significantly scented to share. I was going to do a co-distillation with honeysuckle, which I'd been plucking and freezing for weeks, but someone, in his infinite wisdom, saw a bag of weeds in the freezer and threw them away while I was out of town. Lesson: Label everything.

As most of you who read this blog know, it's been a rough six or eight months for me. My lovely mum passed in December, then my daughter's friend -- well, it's been truly, truly trying. And to top it all off (and I've been holding this in for some time now) I got a crappy review of -- of me! My products passed muster, even the time in which the order was filled was within the parameters I set for shipping, but I -- me -- myself -- I was a disappointment to this customer. I'm angry at me for not being more attentive and trusting that inkling I had about this customer, though in my defense, I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm also a little unhappy with the customer because, from my point of view, they were just being plain mean. Extenuating circumstances proved they had an axe to grind. The one thing that did kind of tickle me about the review was that I was called a 'hip scent maker' but it was in a condescending way, like I'm too cool to be concerned that I upset this person. I actually laughed out loud (from behind the cringe) when I read it because I'm the last person anybody who knows me would call 'hip', and, dammit, I do care!  That whole situation, I will admit, had me dragging for a while. It was like the icing on a big poop cake -- mum passes, friend of kid passes, another friend of kid passes, step dad passes, someone hates my guts -- ta da! Ain't life grand? Lesson: Don't be sad and 'terse' or people will hate you.

My youngest graduated from high school yesterday, and up until yesterday, I was having a very hard time mustering any excitement for it. But while sitting in the audience, listening to these kids give their speeches, talking about how exciting and adventurous their lives were going to be, I plugged in. Tears started running down my face as I realized that it keeps going on -- hope -- it keeps flowing and raising us up and brings us back from whatever dark place we've been living in. Lesson: There is always hope.

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