Friday, August 31, 2012

Happy Blue Moon

Tonight's a night for healing, letting go of restraining emotions and letting fly your fancies -- or something like that. Just be sure you're wearing your Velcro panties so you don't slip off your broom.

Day 79 ~ One Year, One Nose

A box arrived the other day, a box full of beautiful aromatics. I saved opening it until late in the evening when everyone was asleep. This wasn't an ordinary box of aromatics; not a box from a supplier. It was a box from a friend, a collector, a librarian. A bit of her precious aromatic tomes were sent to me to add to my small but growing library of scent.

Black tea absolute, France (Robertet?) ~ wafting straight from the bottle it smells of a subtle blend of tobacco and oakmoss with a touch of linden. A rich, velvety scent that one would expect to envelop your senses. It does not. Instead it does this zinging thing, racing from head to toe, back and forth, up and down, until you fumble with the cap to put it back on, lose your balance and stumble, then stand in the middle of the room with a deer-in-the-headlights look on your face, and the words, "What the fu ....?!" trailing from your lips. Black tea absolute grabs your guts, and tickles a few other parts as it courses through your body. And that's all I'm going to say about it.

Pimento racemosa ~ unbelievably green and fruity/spicy, fresh, airy, clove-like. It smells of the coming fall, expectations and low-grade adrenalin rushes and busy-ness.


To be continued ...

Friday, August 24, 2012

Kyphi Class Rescheduled

The Kyphi Class has been rescheduled to October 13, 2012, same time, same place (though you're going to have to call me or email me for the specific address).


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Books



Formulating is off the table at the moment because I caught a late summer cold. Wahhh. So I'm reading -- what else can I do? I'm reading three books at the moment, Kyphi The Sacred Scent by Karl Vermillion, and I love this self-published translation despite the hieroglyphs I obviously cannot read; The Credibility Code by Cara Hale Alter, and The Scent of Desire (again!) by Rachel Herz. The Credibility Code is a self-help manual for -- well, you know what? Maybe it's something you can check into yourself. It's pretty cool, but might not be your cup of tea. I'm not really 'down' with self-help books, but this one is actually helping me -- at least to feel better, and that's something. Kyphi is fabulous fun. I haven't quite sorted it out yet, but there is a story in there of Ancient Egyptians preserving for all time their most sacred spiritual recipe so that future generations can continue their spiritual journey using the exact same tools. The Scent of Desire is a great fun read as well. Full of factoids about the sense of smell and what we human animals find sexy and desirable.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Scented Djinn's Events Page

The Scented Djinn's Events page is now active. I am working hard to keep it updated so you can pop in from time to time and see what's going on at the TSD Apothecary.

The Scented Djinn's Events

Kyphi Class Flyers

Though I love the other kyphi class announcement, I'm using it strictly for emailing as it doesn't print well at all.

This is the printed hand-out/mailer I'm using.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Perfume Course

I just wanted to remind anyone reading this blog that I tutor at the Natural Perfume Academy and we are set to begin the next 6-month course beginning September 8, 2012 (that's a Saturday). If you're interested in learning more about the creation of natural perfume, contact the administrator at www.naturalperfumeacademy.com to reserve your spot within the course.



Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Kyphi Making Class

I am hosting a Kyphi Making Class on September 8, 2012 from 1pm to 4pm. If you're in the area, or know someone in the area, please drop in, or encourage your 'friend to drop in for this class and a peek at The Scented Djinn studio in the Tower District.

These are not the final flyers as they don't print well, but they are aesthetically pleasing and show well on screen.

Monday, August 13, 2012

It's been another one of those weekends, long, drawn-out, not entirely pleasant, here and there pockets of joy, and lots and lots of heat. I wasn't able to make it into work this past weekend, and that's always cause for nervousness. My daily horoscopes seem to take on deeper meaning when I play the slacker, rather than having nothing to do with what has actually transpired for the day. I see the words 'things will heat up at day's end' and I think, oh, my! I'm getting fired from my job because I didn't go in this past weekend, instead of thinking that the temperature is predicted to reach 110 to 112 today, and there is a heat advisory for sensitive groups. I remind myself that I can literally go into work any time, day or night, so coming back to work after everyone else has gone isn't unheard of, and may even appear as job dedication (one hopes). I had every intention of going in, but things (those darned things) got in the way. My kids came over from the coast unexpectedly, then my 16-year-old decided to ride a motorcycle into a pile of rocks and is now suffering with horrendous road rash. I've been tending him with anti-bacterial ointments and otc pain killers, carefully watching the one particularly deep weepy gash that I worry may harbor uglier bugs than what the little tube of triple ointment can handle. The joy of the weekend came in the form of a pedicure, a long-awaited pedicure. That was a nice 30-minute pocket of good stuff. The studio was barely touched this past weekend as well. I had every intention of going in and readying it for the September 8th Kyphi Making Class I'm hosting here, but all I was able to accomplish was getting the living space (outside the studio) rearranged. The flow is more liveable there now. My plans for this past weekend also included getting the flyers ready for the September 8th Kyphi Making Class, but, you got it, that didn't happen either. So this evening, after my second foray to the job, I will sit down and work on the flyers.

I wish I had more to say about perfume, but other than having put together cute labels for the Golden Kyphi (also ready on Sept. 8) not many perfume-related events occurred this past weekend.

Friday, August 10, 2012

I Need an Intern!

Help!

I need help in the studio from someone energetic and involved. An art student who wants experience (because pay at this point isn't going to happen), and a chance to expand their knowledge of what constitutes art (perfume). I need to put out feelers. It's getting to a critical point for me here.

Again, help!

Lylli Bleu at Fragrance Belles-Lettres: The Magazine

LB gets a write-up in Fragrance Belles-Lettres.

Part of the Primordial Scents Project.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Re-Post Because It's Relevant

Creating and Perfumer's Block


I don't get it often, that perfumer's block. In fact, I don't believe I've ever really had it. What I get, usually, is perfumer's anxiety. First, is there enough of diluted essence A, B, C, D, E, F and so forth to create this mental masterpiece? Second, if not, are there enough dilution bottles in stock to make them? Third, if so, how the hell long is that going to take? Fourth, four days later, when all these tasks have been completed to fruition, do I have any damned energy left to formulate?

Jesus said, and I'm paraphrasing here, "Don't stress on tomorrow because today is stressful enough." (Matthew 6:34)* To me, the reference to "tomorrow" can be fifteen minutes from now, when I'm checking volume levels in dilution bottles and realize I have to "whip up" a few extras. Why trip now? I usually call this procrastination. To defer action. To put off till another day or time. To borrow another phrase, this time from the venerable Nike, "Just do it!" Like now, man.

So this is how this creative thing usually goes down: I build a brief or one is handed to me. I think about it. Write notes. Dream on it. Sniff bottles. Write more notes. Write a bit of poetic prose to go along with the brief, to liven it up, give it breath, and then I think about it some more. I talk about it to my peers or someone I don't know while bagging my groceries at Winco. I discuss it with the Jehovah's Witnesses who come to my door every other Tuesday at 9:30 am sharp. We make trades. I hand them scent strips and they hand me The Watchtower.

I converse with my mother's ass as she's face down in her garden pulling weeds on the delicate issues of champaca golden vs. davana or magnolia. "Patchouli essential oil or absolute, mom?" I ask after explaining their differences. Her ass does not reply.

"Mom?"

She lifts her head from the weeds and says, "When are you taking that damned mimosa tree? Every time I look at it, I just want to weed whack it." Her anger toward mimosa's fragile flowers falling on her carefully manicured lawn shows in a flash. She continues pulling at the weeds. I do not get my answer.

I speak about the newly born (in my head) perfume with my daughter, sharing scent strips drenched in heart notes. "How is this?" I ask. "Smells like pickles," she replies. And I remember that this is her patent answer for every scent strip thrust under her nose. In teen-talk it means, "Leave me alone. I'm not the least bit interested in your hobby."

I chase down my grown live-in son, the perfume whore, in hopes of finding a partner in crime. "How's this?" I ask, spritzing his arm as he cringes.

"'S' okay," he says, noncommittally.

"Okay good or 'just' okay?"

"It's okay. Now will you get out of the bathroom? I have to wipe my butt."

So after all this research, writing, and trial formulating, I finally have it. The finished fantastic product. Three years after I started.


Whimsicality ~ this has been running through my brain for days now . . .

*The real verse in King James reads: Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

As Luck Would Have It

As luck would have it, the inevitable bogging down of the previous hustle has begun. I started working on my website, began the renovation of the studio with the new furniture, started the reformatting process of the Natural Perfume Academy text book, and gathered the tools to make fabu soap -- all in a flurry and with prestissimo vigor -- and then it all went PPTHTFPHHTPHTFPHFT! (It also explains my recent absence from blogging). Why? I wore myself out and became ill. I also haven't explained what I've done non-perfume related, like going to the gym every night, riding my bike to and from work despite the 'new' car acquisition, working Saturdays for extra money, and volunteering (or readying myself for volunteering) to help my friend put her business back together. I picked up a bug somewhere and it's really wearing me down. It's a low impact persistently icky bug. It makes me feel tired and useless, and the symptoms so vague, as if I'm imagining the headache and roiling stomach -- I also feel as if I'm standing on the precipice of a major depressive episode. I hate being idle! At least if I'm well I have the choice to be a couch potato!

There is a pattern developing here. A not so very good pattern. I think somewhere in the 'to-do' list I must reinsert 'meditation', or at the very least take a yoga class at the gym once or twice a week.

But I HAVE to get some soap made. I don't know why, or who I'm making it for, but that nagging intuitive voice is telling me (day and night, actually) make soap, make soap, make soap. And then, while I was poking around websites the other day, I fell into Moonie's site and found a picture of one of her soaps -- a beautiful multi-layered bit of gorgeousness, all fat and chunky, and not the least bit offended at being described as 'fat and chunky' -- and now that voice is becoming even more persistent. I have a rule, though. I do not make soap if I am unwell. Physically or emotionally (and the emotionally part is a recent addendum to the 'rule'). So it will be a few days before I bust into that bottle of rice bran oil . . .


Be still, my jabbering brain!

Sunday, August 05, 2012

The New, Improved (?), Revamped and Still Being Worked Upon Website

I've finally decided to 'go live' with the website and put up all the 'fume pages. It's a work in progress. Let me know what you think thus far. I am getting rid of the ArtFire site as it gets little traffic and most of my sales are private invoice or through Etsy. Soon (oh, man, I hope I mean that) I'll be putting everything on the website ~ the books, the 'fumes, the soaps, the sundries, the courses ~ all of it. One stop shop. I hate being scattered.


www.thescenteddjinn.com

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Peasblossom Extrait on Etsy

I finally decided to put Peasblossom Extrait up for sale on Etsy, after sitting on her for a year. Go check her out, she's really cute.

Notes on Lylli Bleu

Thus far, Lylli Bleu has received two fantastic reviews (see the special page here on this blog entitled 'Primordial Scents ~ Lylli Bleu Reviews' for the links). I'm happy that both bloggers seem to have gotten what LB is about -- not just water, but something more, an emotion, tranquility. One blogger called Lylli Bleu 'absolutely stunning'. The other likened it to a heart wrenching cello solo. I am understandably thrilled. I currently have no samples available as I created just enough for the project and little more. The second 'for sale' batch is in production. If you are interested in sampling Lylli Bleu, or any other fragrance created for the Primordial Scents project, follow this link . . .

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Transformations & Parfum

So I'm writing again. Not here. Not blog writing, though I am doing that, clearly -- you're reading it. I'm writing writing again, full on, as I did years ago when I was being published in little rags all over the country, long before blogging and internet writing took over. I'm writing stories, and I've begun a book about perfume, specifically my experience with perfume, and teaching perfumery to eager students. And I'm going back to school. I want to finish my degree in English (Composition), no matter how long it takes.

When I began the perfume book project I was really having a hard time sorting out what I wanted it to be about -- a perfume story, an instructional, a text, and that sorting took a couple of years to get through (headspace was foggy and out of focus) but I've got it now. I'm also working on a piece of fiction, but we don't need to go into that now.

My point is, the stagnation has ended. The creative juices are flowing, and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, for the first time in a long, long time.

While at work yesterday, I allowed myself a bit of indulgence by dropping the final drop of jus from vial #3 of the PLAP project onto my wrist and sat there while the little puddle of amber fluid slowly (very, very slowly) dissipated. It took nearly my entire break time, but it turned out to be a nice bit of meditation because it brought back all the love and excitement and feelings of community that the PLAP project embodied. Now if I could just find my notes on #3 so I can figure out who made it and what it was . . .






Moved the computer equipment from the studio so there are no distractions -- it's all about perfume now. And laundry, apparently, as someone saw the empty chairs and thought, "Ah ha! That's where I can stash the laundry I don't want to fold right now!" Getting the electronics out of the studio has made a huge difference in both the appearance and 'feel' of the studio -- people aren't coming in and out all of the time and the 'hum' is gone. It's calm. Peaceful. Ready for guests.


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