Ripe Calamyrna figs.
Spilled plum wine.
Bowls of overripe fruit pouring juicy sweetness into the air.
Strong black tea drawing memories of long, hot summer afternoons -- the essence of iron-blood dust caught in rusted window screens.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I was with my family at the mall the other day, perusing the aisles flush with gifts nobody wants, yet everyone buys by the dozen.
At the perfume counter of a posh department store, I stopped to sniff my favorite commercial perfume -- Chanel No. 19 -- when the salesperson began her pitch with, "Chanel No.19 only comes in this" holding up the large bottle "size now."
"New bottle, same sauce," she said.
Then she made a prediction.
"This is just the thing for you," she said, pulling a bottle from behind the counter. She expertly sprayed a perfume strip, then shoved it under my nose.
"Too fruity," I replied, wrinkling my nose, feeling that tell-tale itch beginning to build. "That would suit my 12-year-old daughter better. I like 'dirty' perfumes."
I got a look for that.
So I proceeded.
"I create botanical perfumes. I sometimes use the geneologies of the creations of French perfume houses as a template for my perfumes ~ especially the more earthy, dirty 'fumes."
"I pulled the geneology on Chanel No.19 once, in an effort to make something similar."
That got a smile.
"Never," she said. "You could try for a hundred years and you'd never get Chanel."
She continued to look at me down her short, pert nose.
I sneezed in retaliation.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Orange Blossom luxury soap loaded with neroli oil.
Alexander's Treasure luxury soap with seductive vetiver, Greek sage and oakmoss.
Chocolate Kisses luxury soap embraced with roses and pure chocolate.
Go check it out.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Kedra Hart, purveyor of fine aromatics, is the soul and fire behind Opus Oils.
Located in Hollywood, CA, Opus Oils illuminates the beauty and unique qualities of botanicals.
Island (from the 'Island Girl' collection) -- Coconut, crooking its sand-and-sea finger in a 'come hither' fashion, is lushly draped over folds of pink lotus, orange blossom, champaka, plumeria, tuberose and pikaki, leaving one's head filled to overflowing with images of soft white beaches, lofty palm trees, warm tropical breezes brushing lightly upon naked skin, and intoxicating drinks served in coconut shells.
Natural perfume is ever evolving, never static.
Cepes melts like a lusty lover onto cocoa absolute.
Sandal laps a heavy tongue over the soft, full lips of jasmine sambac.
Yuzu whips its tail like a fiesty cat, fanning the sweet skin of neroli, and bending it into bitter-sweet petitgrain.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
I once found a single gem of soap making perfection.
She was bold.
She was flighty.
Her creations were crunchy and basic and raw and divine.
Sandalwood & Amber Soap -- Tamil Nadu sandalwood, rich handcrafted amber essence, vanilla oleoresin & organic patchouli poured liberally into a base of virgin organic olive oil, raw shea butter, virgin coconut cream & a scosh of macadamia nut oil.
Hmmm, good question.
It's about sensuality through scent.
It's about finding that single golden needle of perfect essence in a haystack of olfactory mediocrity.
It's about skin.
It's about heart.
It's about seduction.
It's about telling it like it is.