Vetyver is like catnip. It's one of those heady, luxurious scents that make me want to rub my face against it -- whatever form it's in.
It's been a long while since I made vetyver soap, so I made a batch this morning. I added just a tiny bit of clove to it, to keep it masculine. That does not mean I won't slather up with it -- oh, no.
J'adore le vetyver. It speaks to me. Earth and fire and air with a touch of dampness. A humid, sticky scent that whispers and teases.