if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring has most definitely sprung here in the Santa Monica Mountains. The little chickadees are out in mass, bunnies abound and the Oaks are blooming! In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Oaks bloom like they are now. So along with all the wonders of Spring, allergies have hit in full force. (Yuck!) It’s also time for Spring cleaning, or re-organizing in my case. The studio is in complete chaos at the moment as I get rid of old art supplies and re-structure the space to accommodate my vast collection of aromatics.
It’s super busy here to with six custom perfumes, orders and a new perfume ready to release in the next month and upcoming classes. I’ve created an amber type chord I am currently calling “DIRT”, its not fresh, vegetative dirt, more like desert rain dirt. Two of the perfumes I’ve been working on were in need of something like this. The aromatic profile is so terrific, I can see wearing it on its own. Alright, it is not technically a true perfume, but heck, it sure smells delightful and perfectly in tune with the season. A botanical perfume chord for planting ones seeds of manifestation.
~ Margaret Atwood
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