Saturday, February 03, 2018



This is the studio today. All that bit in the middle there, the basket, the bottles, the general disarray, that came out of my bedroom. That's what I was living with since moving here. There are a few things that need to be done today before I can tackle that space again, but it will be ship shape by mid-February and beautiful things will be brewing again. There is just so much on my plate at the moment. That health scare we thought we'd averted has raised its head again and the little wee one is back to being poked and prodded in search of a diagnosis. We're still in the 'it could be nothing' or 'it could be really bad' stage of the investigation. It isn't easy staying optimistic in the face of what could be devastating news.

As I mentioned, there is a lot on my plate. I just had a long conversation with an associate who is talking about creating wonderful things -- opportunities, livelihoods, top quality raw materials for the future of natural perfumery, and so much more. This means more involvement for me in the perfumery world, something I've dreamt of since beginning this journey. There is the studio to finish up, perfumes to create, incense to birth, spiritual growth to tend, a garden of food and scent to nurture, friends to talk with, family to emotionally support, wonderful things to learn, the humdrum realities of the daily grind, and they're all crowding around me. I can choose to be overwhelmed, or I can jump into the fray. I've always been a rather successful multi-tasker.

In the Garden:

Sprouting Tuberose
Sprouting Hyacinth
Tuberose bed
Hyacinth bed

There are also beds of artichoke, onion, kale, romaine, starters on kajari and Queen Anne melon, as well as those sweet little herbs. There is a lot more work to do as these beds are insufficient to hold all of the food and scent that are planned. Plus we're going to be laying down a slab of concrete for a patio, and the plantings have to be strategic in order not to be pulled up during early growth.

There is so much to do, and here I am, slapping away at this keyboard. Until next time!

Friday, February 02, 2018

Soldier On

It's been a while, I know. I'm sure you've all heard about the flu bug that's been going around and how many people have become ill, and some have even died. Nearly 100 here in California alone. It's scary business, this new bug. I had it briefly and killed it with lots of vitamin C, hydration, and several batches of elderberry syrup. Everyone else in the fam have had it too, and we were able to stop most everyone from getting too sick with the elderberry syrup protocol. But one of our family members wasn't so lucky dodging the winter bugs. She spent a fair bit of time in the hospital with more than one ailment, and the combination of a compromised immune system from the flu, and a couple of other bugs, she very nearly lost her life. Thanks to her very persistent mother, tragedy was averted. Needless to say, I was out of my mind with worry and got nothing but the most basic of tasks done around here. So, yes, the studio is still 'in progress'. I'm back at the point where I'm feeling I don't know where to begin. I'm desperate to work again, desperate to create, but I'm feeling a bit blocked by everything that's been going on. One day at a time, right? 

Despite this block, I've at least been able to tend the new garden. There is a new artichoke plant in the raised bed, along with popping hyacinth, baby onions, a sweet little primrose baby, and some shy tuberose. I've just started the early spring garden in an incubator, and expect some heirloom melon, romaine lettuce, and kale to sprout soon. Also put down seeds of lemon balm, lime basil, jasmine tobacco, and some mystery seeds a friend from back east sent last fall. There is also a fresh hole dug in the corner of the backyard for a boysenberry bush that I've been coddling inside. I'm also on the lookout for poppy seeds of all varieties to plant. And horseradish. I'm a bit early getting some of these going, judging by the lack of vegetable and floral plants at the nurseries I've been visiting. One of the employees of a nursery I visited yesterday told me I had spring fever because I was the first person to come out and ask for the plants I wanted, which they don't yet have. Even in this long and lustrous valley, I have yet to find any heirloom type rose plants. People just don't buy them anymore, or they do so online only. My beautiful Cecile Brunner tea rose was literally eaten alive by my daughter's dog while we were living there during the time our home was being built. How does a dog eat a three-foot tall bristly thorned plant in its entirety? 

We soldier on, yes? Definitely. 


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Studio Progress

Geesh. There hasn't been a lot of time to work in the studio this past week. A variety of reasons from babysitting to general housekeeping have kept me out of there. At least I no longer look at the space with absolute dread in my heart, just a little confusion. Okay, maybe a lot of confusion. What I have noticed is that since I've carved space for the studio, the mess of business/work/perfumery stuff in my actual bedroom is really annoying me. To the point I cuss the mess. The original plan was to finish the studio and then get the stuff out of my room, but I'm not going to do that now. The room stuff is going into the studio today. I will deal with this in one big bite instead of wee nibbles. 



There is anxiety lying in wait with this plan. Once I finish this, I will go into the proposed studio space and stare -- for about two or three minutes wondering what in the aych-ee-double-ell I've gotten myself into -- and then I will dive in, or, rather, carefully shuffle in. When I talk about the plan to get the studio done up, I'm asked why I don't have help, and the simple answer is, I don't want it. Unless the help is there to really help, which in most cases it is not, I don't want another body in the space to bounce into. I'm bouncing off the walls, shelves, and boxes by myself just fine. One more person makes it a pinball machine. Pinball Perfumery, anyone?

Today, so far as I know, is a 'free' day. A day in which I'm not required to babysit, give rides wherever, entertain, or possibly even cook. These days seem to be the only days I can function as a studio fixer upper without the stress of being stopped mid-fixing upping, and these days are as rare as solid purple peacocks. 


The Natural Perfume Academy, where I teach, is gearing up for another six-month intensive which is to begin in March. Some news to share on that front -- we may be picking up a French-speaking instructor who is going to translate the course into French! So sometime this year we will be adding a Spanish language course, and a French language course. Since we've partnered with the International Perfume Foundation, all sorts of opportunities have arisen. And this is our 10 year anniversary year! It doesn't feel like we've been doing this for 10 years. So, Happy Anniversary to us!




Saturday, January 13, 2018

Studio Update 2018

I'd say this job will take at least another 48 hours -- as in 48 total hours, not two days -- to finish up. The more I crack open, the more space I require to store things. So far I've found little, if anything, that I'm going to get rid of except for the few things here and there that were straight up junk. My son went in behind me and checked the empty boxes that are piling up on his side of the garage now and found some 10 ml graduated cylinders and a couple of blending cups that I overlooked. That's what happens when you work without your glasses on to see stuff up close and can't see the clear glass things at the bottom of a big box.

So some jarring news came through yesterday that Laurie Erickson of Sonoma Scent Studio is getting out of the artisan perfume business. She's been a staple in the artisan perfume community since the early 2000's, and I know I'm going to miss perusing her online perfume aisles. A few years back I bought a few of her pieces to gift to the scent whores in my life, and they were more than well-received. My youngest son has a bottle of an amber perfume from SSS that was discontinued some time ago, and he hoards every precious drop while at the same time wearing it as his signature scent. I know Laurie's decision to set aside perfumery is weighing heavy on her heart, and I wish her the best of luck in the future, whatever it may hold.

Well, back to the studio.

Friday, January 12, 2018

The Studio Update 2.0

I finally made it into the garage*slash*studio to begin the sorting process. Right now it's all preliminary as most of the boxes and whatnot that were placed on the studio shelving wasn't put there by me but by 'them' to get the boxes out of their way. Once I sort through the boxes on the ground, I'm going to begin in the boxes on the table and shelves. Yeah, there's a table in that mess on the right of the photos that you can't see, and it's piled over 6 feet high with stuff. I found my old perfume apothecary box that I used to use as a portable organ back in the day, 2006 or 2007. Most everything in it has dried up, but a few, like the patchouli, have aged to perfection.



It may be a bit difficult to get perspective with these pictures, but bear with me here. All photos are taken in roughly the exact same spot, though the camera angle may be higher, lower, a little to the left, or a little to the right of the other photos. 

Studio before beginning to sort


After about three hours of sorting

After five hours of sorting





Thursday, January 11, 2018

There Will Be Worms

There's so much to do around here I hardly know where to start! I got as far as one box in the studio before giving up. Whilst the gentlemen here were cleaning their side of the garage, they piled up all of the textiles they found on my side of the garage. Pillows, blankets, clothes, coats, sweaters, throws, sheets -- you name it, there it sits, apparently waiting for one of the womenfolk to break down and wash. There are only so many hours in a day, and I've got a full -- FULL -- plate to deal with, so that pile is getting pushed back onto their side until I can get my side sorted. The wash can wait. I need to clean my room, but that can't happen until there's studio space to put all the business stuff accumulated over the holidays. Getting organized has always been an enormous pain my arse, and I feel like I do this moving and unboxing thing every two or three years. It's exhausting. I'm looking forward to getting rid of a lot of stuff too. Things I've accumulated and either never used or used once and deemed irrelevant to the cause. I'm also looking forward to creating perfumes again! I haven't sat down for a good formulation session in at least a year. The last perfume I made was just before I joined the International Perfume Foundation and gave up natural isolates. That final perfume was made with some natural isolates and it never quite sat well with me. I'm just not very good with the isolates, I guess. Giving them up hasn't felt like much of a sacrifice, but then again, I haven't made a perfume since then. There are a few ideas on the calendar for future perfumes. I'm going to revisit one of the more popular perfumes I made years ago, Sahar, and attempt to update it. There is also going to be a new amber perfume awaiting birth. Ambers are a particular favorite of mine because I've rarely met an amber I didn't like. And then there's going to be something deep and deliciously attar-like happening. So there are three, at least, that will be introduced this year, and more if the clutter can be controlled. 

Another benefit of sorting through the studio wares is that I will finally locate my seeds! Witching seeds aka medicine, perfumer's seeds, food seeds -- they're all packed away in various envelopes and packets tucked into boxes of resins and gums. I've been prepping the raised beds since October, and there are already hyacinth bulbs laid down and popping up to bloom next month. Most of the tuberose have been planted in their own bed as well. There's a decent mulch pot brewing, and soon, when the threat of frost subsides, there will be worms. I think that would make a great t-shirt logo -- There Will Be Worms. It could mean so many different things. I'm hoping to have a prosperous garden of herbs, food, and flowers galore. 



Well, I'm off. 

Monday, January 01, 2018

Queen of Diamonds

It is sad that as a child the holidays are anticipated the whole year long, and as an adult they are something to 'get through'. "Once the holidays are over," we say. Or, "Let's get through Christmas first," before embarking on a new adventure. It all relates to rampant consumerism and money, money, money, and, let's face it, sadness, loneliness, and the need for acceptance. I didn't buy a lot for people this Christmas. I made most of what I gave, but the few times I did venture out to get something I couldn't put together myself, I felt like people had gone insane. Bags laden with crap no one is going to use, people buying things just to mark a name off their list. It's sad. How many years in a row are you going to 'gift' grandma a bogo buy lotion from B&BW? Or slippers? I know this is what goes down because I cleaned out my mother's room when she passed and found a half dozen unopened fancy scented lotions from Christmases gone by, and a closet full of unworn slippers. And I admit that I was responsible for some of those purchases I found buried in her room. 

So what did I buy this year? 

Cigars and a humidor because I don't grow tobacco -- yet.

A gun case with locks because a shoebox is dangerous and stupid. 

Much-needed winter clothes because freezing to death at recess is never a good option. 

Everything else came from my hands, and this is because of my mother's passing in 2013. In her last month she gave as much of her things away as she could. Her last gift from me, on the day that she died, was a box of chocolate because I knew that anything else would not be welcome -- it would just be more crap to give away. When I came to her home after she had passed, I opened the box of chocolate I gave her that was sitting on the coffee table where she played hours and hours of solitaire, and found that she had eaten three pieces. And then she died. Right there on that coffee table, her raggedy worn cards beneath her. 


So, now that the holidays are over . . . . 

Friday, December 15, 2017

Patchouli Royale ~ A Delightfully Perfumed Natural Soap

I made a luscious soap last night, half of which will make it into the shop, and the other half to be used as one-of-a-kind gifts for family & friends. I'm calling it Patchouli Royale, but I could have also called it Neroli Royale, or Royal Cologne Soap. Why the royal designation? Because it's over the top decadent. It is made with organic olive oil, organic coconut oil, raw yellow shea butter, and scented with a few different bottles of aged and vintage patchouli oils, petitgrain sur fleur neroli, bergamot, oakwood, vetyver, rose geranium, and linden blossom CO2 (the real stuff, not the natural isolate hydroxycitronellal that was floating around some time ago -- well, it's still around, but no real natural perfumer believes it's the scent of linden blossom anymore -- it's derived from citronella oil, not linden). This soap has all the hallmarks of a rich and deep eau de cologne. And it's kind of pretty.


I'm putting it up in the shop later today. I know, you've heard all that about 'curing' for four to six weeks, well, as long as it's gone through the process of saponification, which it has, and the pH level isn't crazy, which it isn't, and you use a water reduction method, which I have, and curing soap relates more to the release of excess water than anything else, well, then, it's kind of already there. Wait too long and it loses scent and may even become rancid if it got too hot during the heating of oils or overheating during the gel phase. Handmade soap has a shelf life, and each batch is different. Some last months or years, and others go off within weeks. 

More awesome stuff is getting made later today. Bath bombs, ooh, and some whipped body butters. It's going to be another busy day.


Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Special Orders

I'm finally getting 'round to those special orders -- 10 bars of soap, a custom fabu butter, etc., and the house is reeking of peppermint and juniper and I'm already considering making another batch for the shop it smells so flippin' ALIVE! I'm also thinking of putting together a simple soap of frankincense just for good measure. I've got a lovely 10 year aged frankincense that will do the trick.

The house is just coming awake now and I can feel the energy rise. I'm hoping for those who tend to wake up on the wrong side of the bed that they find the intoxicating scent of juniper and peppermint altering and invigorating to their moods. 

I'm starting to get into the holiday spirit, finally. There's still a bit of stress and trepidation, people tend to get snippy and stupid this time of year. I'm sure it's because everyone is running around like chickens with their heads cut off while some of us are just trying to go about our non-rush business. 

Off I go. The soap is ready to mix and I haven't a moment to spare on these special orders.

Oh! Starting tomorrow and through until Saturday the 16th I am offering free shipping on all orders over $50 at The Scented Djinn Etsy shop. I'm adding new stuff in the next few days, so there will be a slightly wider selection for you.

Have a lovely and fragrant day!




Monday, December 11, 2017

Work & Play

It's going to be a busy week here at the Plum Palace. Last night my son and I had a chile verde throw down and invited some friends to taste test the results. He won, but I already knew he would. Years ago he was gifted the 'secret family recipe' from a now defunct (but not because of their food) taco stand he loved. I remember the day he was given the recipe. We were shopping at the local grocery store, and he saw the man who used to run the taco stand and they got to chatting about this and that and how the man became disabled and wasn't able to keep his business going, and then my son mentioned that the man's chile verde was the best he'd ever had, so the man whipped an old receipt out of his wallet and wrote down the recipe and handed it to my son while stating, "Don't forget to pop the tomatillos before you cook 'em." My version of this same recipe has been only slightly altered, but my son's been building on the original recipe, tweaking the spices and using different techniques to get the best flavor from the meat and the verde. He is a trained chef, after all. He's been perfecting his spice blend and has now decided to package it as gifts this holiday season for family and friends. Next year he hopes to expand this into a real business.

While he's working on that, I'll be working on some custom holiday orders -- 10 bars of peppermint and rose geranium soaps, custom nilotica shea face butters, more tub mud, and probably more soap. I might also make a pretty little roll-on oil-based perfume featuring jasmine grandiflorum. Like I said, it's going to be a busy week. I'm also going to be making some cookies featuring juniper berries as flavoring, and others with a fir sugar icing to gift family and friends. I got these recipes from the blog 'Gather' that features wild food recipes. I've only just begun reading this blog and so far I love it. I wish I had the energy to create a blog like theirs with videos and hefty content. Instead you get this ~ ha!


I've been rolling the idea around in my head to write an expanded version of the Kyphi booklet. I'm actually getting emails and FB messages from people who've bought the book asking questions about it. This has been going on pretty much since the book was published, so it isn't anything new, it's just that now seems the time to focus some attention there. I've learned so much more since I wrote that book, so much more about incense in general, and a lot about the raw materials thanks to some very generous and adventurous suppliers. I've got reams of research and first-hand evaluations of incense raw materials that I'd like to sort out and share. Since I know that Kyphi making, and burning, can be a transformative venture, now, in this time in history, a positive transformation is necessary if we are to thrive.

Friday, December 08, 2017

A Little Tasseomancy With My Tea

I have been drinking tea since I was about two-years-old, coffee since I was 10, and I still regularly drink coffee, but tea holds a special fascination for me. There is so much variety in tea, so much potential. A nice cup of Earl Grey with honey can start your day on a positive note, and it's even better in late afternoon when coffee would be too much. My tea preference has always been loose leaf as I love to see and smell the swirl of tea dust and leaves in the cup. Jasmine green is an especial favorite and I pair it with madeleines, Earl Grey is always paired with pecan shortbread or my own homemade petitgrain sur fleur neroli shortbread cookies. Pu-erh tea is for introspection, matcha for inspiration. Lapsong souchong is for dark, cold nights when comfort is required. I also love the ritual of tea. It's my own ritual, and it's relatively new to this fall and coming winter season, but it is a ritual nonetheless. Hot tea must be drunk from a tea cup with a saucer, otherwise it doesn't feel right. It must be sniffed while sipped, the cup held with two hands, as if to cradle it. When the liquid is gone, the cup is inverted onto the saucer for a moment, and then tea leaves clinging to the inside of the cup are 'read'. What is in store for me today, sweet tea? And the leaves tell me in dots and shapes that today will be good, or bad, or ugly. Sometimes the leaves tell me nothing at all, but leave a lingering shadow of bitterness and rust on my tongue. 

A recent class I've been taking has brought back all these memories of tea leaf reading from when I was a kid. I've always been a voracious reader, and my mother, also a voracious reader, would get boxes and boxes of old books donated to her from well-meaning relatives and friends who knew how we whiled away our days. In one of those boxes was an old fortune-telling book missing its front and back covers. It was a fascination to me, and I devoured it with my eight-year-old eyes, and took to heart what was written in its pages. I learned palmistry, iridology, scrying with mirrors and crystal balls, reading tarot with playing cards, how to use pendulums for divination. It was a treasure trove of information that fed well my very active imagination. There was also a small section on tea leaf reading, and I remember trying to use chopped Lipton tea in a drinking glass to 'divine' my near future. It was all relatively tame stuff, and that book is long gone, lost in a move or left behind somewhere. Also lost to the ravages of time, and a fair bit of stress in my life, is what I learned from that book. So I've been on a quest these past few months -- actually since a friend and I put on a high tea in October -- to relearn tea leaf reading, or, rather, tasseomancy, the art of divination through tea leaf shapes. In October I asked everyone I could think of if they knew a tea leaf reader and no one did. In fact, it seems to be a dying art. Too quaint for some of these hard-core divinators who use multiple tarot decks, stones, blazing candles, and chicken blood to get answers from the universe or the other side or wherever.

So I'm relearning tasseomancy. I think it's the sweetness of it, the practicality of it, that has drawn me in.

But, I also love tea. Just drinking the stuff. Finding nice blends of teas and savoring them, and it's been a dream of mine for some while to create my own tea blends, but there was always something else to do, soaps to make, perfume to invent, incense to conjure, and tea blending was pushed further and further away. Until tasseomancy came back into my life. On a spur of the moment decision, I ordered a mess of tea blending raw materials and have created two teas for drinking and tasseomancy. 



 

Thursday, December 07, 2017

Jingle Bells

I went out the other afternoon, alone, to shop for gifts for Christmas. I got caught up in the rush, the anxiety, and the stress of the it's-not-enough-stuff-or-time-to-buy-it syndrome. In my mind's eye, I see how I want to celebrate the holidays. It's quieter than what it's been, it's resplendent with love and sharing and food and lacks the trappings of a so-called 'good Christmas' -- fewer gifts under the tree, more hot cocoa and shots of Bailey's (for the big 'kids'), fewer familial obligations and more juniper short bread cookies, fewer hurt feelings and more joy. When I see the absolute insanity that this time of year brings to America, I wonder what our forebears might think about it. How we've turned a ritual of introspection into the biggest tool for creating unsecured debt in the history of ever. While I was shopping the other day, my arms loaded with stuff that I knew in my heart would go unappreciated, and thus were unnecessary, the woman standing in front of me, her arms also loaded with crap, looked down at her phone and proclaimed, "Shit! I have to pick my kid up from school!" She sprinted out of the line, dumped her armful of useless junk into a sock display bin, and headed out of the door. It was then that my heart won. I slowly and methodically replaced everything I had picked up for purchase back where it had come from and left the store. All the way home, as I drove past tree lots and weaved through shopping traffic, I thought what an absolute waste of time and resources this holiday economy has wrought. I could have been at home, working in my studio, putting a half-made batch of Kyphi together, or sewing wee bags for wee soaps and incense pastilles, not flipping out over a pair of sparkly leggings my granddaughter may or may not like.



Friday, December 01, 2017

Bobbling Tub Mud

I've been very busy lately, not just with business business, but with life in general. Been doing a LOT of babysitting in spurts. There will be days when I don't see hide nor hair of a grandbaby (except for the quiet one who lives here), and then for three days in a row the ones who don't live here are staying the night and I'm driving them to school and picking them up and changing diapers or potty training a very stubborn one, making buckets of mac 'n' cheese (organic, of course), pouring gallons of juice and cutting 5 lb bags of apples for their pleasure. I've even learned how to create bath stuff with them here playing chase and throw-the-ball-grammy-said-not-to-throw-in-the-house and Let's Scream for No Reason -- love that game. The trick is to include them, even if they're not really doing anything but making a mess. 

For the older, more coordinated one, she actually got her gloves on and helped, then had the most fun with the wee bit of leftover tub mud mix, stirring in dishwashing detergent and making a huge gelatinous mess of the whole thing. For the littler, diaper-bound ones, they got flour and cocoa and the odd stirring implement and went to town. I've mellowed in my old age because I never would have allowed my kids to make messes like this. 



While these little guys were making whatever it was they were making, my assistant and I got these done.

Coffee & Cardamom Bobbling Tub Mud


Each of these bobbling tub mud things started out with this in the middle:


That's right, a little truffle of raw yellow, unrefined shea butter. You will have to wash your tub out after this one for certain. Shea butter is one of the best butters for winter skin, not so great for the tub, though. 

The original plan for these coffee & cardamom bobbling tub mud things was to add some rose damascene concrete, but I changed my mind halfway through and decided to use the rose concrete in a nice soothing soap. I'm going to use my little 2-lb soap mold for this, and maybe add some neroli and a 20-year-old patchouli, just a splash, and maybe a smidge of jasmine grandiflorum -- or sambac! The point is to make something beautifully scented and totally extravagant. Oh! I found a supplier of sodium hydroxide (lye), sodium bicarbonate (baking soda), and citric acid (citric acid, duh) right here in the valley who offer same-day delivery, which roughly translates to tomorrow shipping. Anyway, I ordered pounds of baking soda and citric acid yesterday and just got a call that they will be delivered by noon. Noon. Guess what we're going to be doing later today?

Just a bit of a side note here: None of this is easy, but all of it is magical to me. What I mean is that I put my heart and soul into the products (and I hate using that word) that I create. I do it because it's important. I won't get into the blah blah blah of self-care and all that bullsh*t. I believe in being good to yourself because the world isn't going to do it for you, and if a stupid little bath bomb or a silly little soap helps with that agenda, then so be it. For me, it's creating these things, that's my idea of self-care, along with some meditation and avoiding social media except for the daily ads for the shop. 

The studio is in the beginning stages of being put back in order. The shelves are up, and so is a single table (out of three), and I'm beginning to think that the bulk of the studio won't be worked on until the new year. However, I've not been idle, as you can see. I'm using a corner in my bedroom as a mini-studio, which is mostly just baskets and boxes of raw materials newly purchased and tools for making soap and butters and muds. I was gifted a new chest of drawers so my old dressing table drawers are now storage for finished product. Someone recently walked into my room and backed out immediately stating, "The energy in there is amazing! How do you sleep?" Quite comfortably, actually, as I am surrounded by all the things I love most in the world. 




Thursday, November 16, 2017

Tuberose Tuberosing

Remember a few weeks back I said that a single tuberose bloomed? Well, now there are two more, and I just picked one for a photo shoot. It is beautiful! And it smells like heaven. I can't wait to get these babies in the dirt (once they die back) for next year's crop. I already have the hyacinth in the ground for next season's enfleurage crop.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Exorcising Ugly Soap

I am my own worst critic. Nothing you or anyone else could say to me could possibly make me feel worse than the nagging voice inside my head does. Nothing. I tend not to trust people, so their opinions of me, or my work, mean little. But I trust myself completely, and if I say to me, hey, that last batch of soap you made was a real dud, I believe me. I was in a rush yesterday and had just finished creating a gorgeous custom soap for a client and wanted to keep up the momentum, so I grabbed what was nearby -- a jar of tuberose concrete, some rose damascene absolute in oil, a lush 10-year-old natural amber composition, and mixed them all up, put together a half-batch of soap base, threw in the scenting elements aaaaaaannnnndddd the whole flippin' mess seized in the pot! So I plopped and glopped and slopped (sounds a bit like a Dr. Seuss story) the soap into my 'signature' lotus molds and into a wee loaf mold. Hours later I popped them all out of the molds aaaaaaannnnnndddd they look like crap! They smell pretty good, though. I'm debating whether I should make a small soap base of olive oil and tuberose floral wax and chop some of this ugly soap into it and call it Tuberose Soup -- yes, soup, not soap. Or I could take this heinously-slow-to-dry orange blossom incense I made last year and create a soap from that mixed in with this ugly stuff . . . options. 

Ugly a** soap ~ smells good, though!
Needless to say, I was pretty glum for the rest of the day after this soap tragedy, to the point of near grouchiness. I even went to bed early I was so mad at myself, and I kept staring down the ugly soap, threatening its life with a swift flush down the toilet. I will chalk it up to A) I'm out of practice, and B) bad residual energy in the house. I will sage and calm myself down with a shot of gin (or two), then get back into it. Or maybe I'll just sage and take a nap and do all of this soap sorting later.

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

The Scented Djinn's Super Fantastic Sugar Scrubs & Tub Tonics

I never did get around to making the facial sugar scrubs yesterday, but I did get three fabulous, botanically enriched lusciously scented super fantastic neck down sugar scrubs and tub tonics done. I have spent months researching the raw materials used in these new sugar scrubs, and besides some of the scenting elements, there isn't anything in these scrubs that don't have some super fantastic skin benefit. Not only can you scrub with these, but you can toss a tablespoon or two into the bath and still reap some of the benefits of the extracts and oils without scrubbing. These are the scrubs I wanted way back when I was using other folks' scrubs, sugar or otherwise. The best parts about these -- they're natural, botanical, vegan, with a few organic ingredients thrown in, aaaand they smell really good.


Chamomile & Cardamom Super Fantastic Sugar Scrub & Tub Tonic


Chamomile & Cardamom Super Fantastic Sugar Scrub


Ingredients: Demerara sugar, non-gmo unrefined cane sugar, rhassoul clay, chamomile extract, baobab oil (unrefined), German chamomile essential oil, and Guatemalan cardamom essential oil.

Demerara sugar ~ exfoliating, contains alpha hydroxy to slough off top layer of dead skin, acts as a humectant to attract moisture

Non-gmo, unrefined cane sugar ~ exfoliating, contains alpha hydroxy to slough off top layer of dead skin, acts as a humectant to attract moisture

Rhassoul clay ~ rich in skin-loving minerals (calcium, potassium, magnesium), and an excellent exfoliant

Chamomile extract ~ known to soothe and calm irritated skin, has been known to help soothe conditions of eczema and psoriasis

Baobab oil (unrefined) ~ high in vitamin C (crucial for skin's elasticity), rich in omega fatty acids, Vitamins A and B, and antioxidants, all contributing to hydrate and protect the skin

Chamomile essential oil ~ soothing to irritated skin, and it smells really nice

Cardamom essential oil ~ can contribute to the overall tone of skin, and it smells really nice too



Roses & Rosehips Super Fantastic Sugar Scrub & Tub Tonic

Rose & Rosehips Super Fantastic Sugar Scrub

Ingredients: Demerara sugar, non-gmo unrefined cane sugar, rhassoul clay, sacha inchi extract, argan oil, red rose petals, rosa damascene concrete, rosehip extract, oakwood CO2

Demerara sugar ~ exfoliating, contains alpha hydroxy to slough off top layer of dead skin, acts as a humectant to attract moisture

Non-gmo, unrefined cane sugar ~ exfoliating, contains alpha hydroxy to slough off top layer of dead skin, acts as a humectant to attract moisture

Rhassoul clay ~ rich in skin-loving minerals (calcium, potassium, magnesium), and an excellent exfoliant

Sacha inchi botanical extract extract ~ this fabulous organic botanical extract is a miracle! Rich in omega fatty acids and Vitamins A and E that combine to retain moisture in the skin and improve its elasticity

Argan oil ~ contains Vitamin E, carotenes, and essential fatty acids, all of which help maintain healthy skin

Red rose petals ~ rich in Vitamin C (a crucial Vitamin for skin elasticity), and an exfoliating agent 

Rosa damascene concrete ~ beautiful, all natural, rich rose scent that smells beyond nice

Rosehip botanical extract ~ rich in Vitamin C (another dose), has antioxidant and astringent properties

Oakwood CO2 ~ smells divine!



Neroli & Green Tea Super Fantastic Sugar Scrub & Tub Tonic

Neroli & Green Tea Super Fantastic Sugar Scrub & Tub Tea


Ingredients: Demerara sugar, non-gmo unrefined cane sugar, rhassoul clay, camellia seed oil, green tea botanical extract, petitgrain sur fleur neroli essential oil, bergamot essential oil

Demerara sugar ~ exfoliating, contains alpha hydroxy to slough off top layer of dead skin, acts as a humectant to attract moisture

Non-gmo, unrefined cane sugar ~ exfoliating, contains alpha hydroxy to slough off top layer of dead skin, acts as a humectant to attract moisture

Rhassoul clay ~ rich in skin-loving minerals (calcium, potassium, magnesium), and an excellent exfoliant

Camellia seed oil ~ absorbs readily into the skin to help maintain suppleness, especially in mature skin types

Green tea botanical extract ~ potent antioxidant, contains Vitamins A and E

Petitgrain sur fleur Neroli essential oil ~ delicious and rich floral/citrus scent

Bergamot essential oil ~ also delicious and rich with a floral/citrus scent



So there they are, the fantastic three sugar scrubs*slash*tub teas in two sizes, 2.1 and 3.5 ounce jars.

Now to make the labels. Thank heavens the jars are bigger than the other jars I use -- how much space do you think the names of these products will take up?






Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Sugar Scrubs

Big deal, right? Right. Folks tend to underestimate the value of a good, nourishing sugar scrub. Salt scrubs, however, seem to get all the praise and adoration of the masses. Yeah. But salt scrubs hurt! Heaven forbid you have a scratch or cut somewhere you don't know about and nonchalantly stick salt in them. Ow. Sugar doesn't do that. Sugar won't dry out your skin the way salt does either, and sugar melts a little quicker than salt so there's less junk on the bottom of your shower or tub when you're done scrubbing.

Here are the facts about sugar skincare -- sugar contains glycolic acid. That's an alpha hydroxy acid (AHA) the stuff that was in every anti-aging serum on the market a few years back. And it's still out there in the hundreds, Alpha-this, and Alpha-that, promising to turn your leathery elephant skin into a baby's fragrant and sweetly soft bum. Apparently this stuff packs quite the punch as it is used in amounts of less than 10% in products and still works by dissolving the upper layer of skin to reveal the fresh, new, baby butt stuff underneath. So, sugar's got this.



Sugar is a natural humectant. Remember what I wrote up there earlier about salt drying out your skin and sugar doesn't do that? This is why. Sugar attracts moisture, which explains the brown sugar brick in your pantry that you're chipping away at to make those really good shortbread cookies. So, sugar's got this too.

Sugar is exfoliating. What? Who'd have thunk it? All joking aside, sugar is a much gentler scrub than salt, and one I've preferred over salt for these past 15 years or so for all the reasons above, even though I didn't know about the alpha hydroxy thing until about 5 years ago. Sugar's got it.

Sugar scrubs are great in baths. Just like salt baths, sugar can be dissolved into your bath water and you can reap all the benefits of sugar, except for, obviously, the scrubbing part. Because you've melted the sugar into the tub water. But won't it be sticky? No. You'd have to put a couple of bags of sugar in your tub for it to become sticky. Watch, a couple years from now some obscure scientific study will show that putting exactly 2 four-pound bags of plain sugar into the bath will turn a woman into Venus when she bathes with it.

Needless to say, but I will anyway, lush, fragrant, botanically enriched organic sugar scrubs are on the work list for today. Two types -- one for your face, and one for your body, in a couple of flavors, including rose. Watch for it.

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