A family of scents that exude notes of tiny florals, green herbs, and tangy fruits.
If you love the romantic scents of Bulgarian roses, soft vanillas, and animalistic musks,
these will be your faves!
Field Flowers, Chopped Logs,
Summer Herbs, and a Flowing River
The ladies of the cabin all wear cotton
dresses and collect wild flowers in pale purple
mason jars. They braid each other’s hair as
they sit on chunky logs covered with ladybugs
and soft moss. Their secret forest hideaway
made from dovetailed cedar, is loved for the
fresh air, surrounding evergreens, honeysuckle,
wild bluebells, and tall grass. The nearby lemon
grove provides them with an endless supply
of food, drink, and medicine. Here in this
cabin, they have everything they need.
Lavender, Clary Sage, Petitgrain,
Frankincense, Patchouli, and Cedarwood
Carefully made of twigs, leaves, and
foraged bits of nature, the bird’s nest is
perhaps the coziest of all homes. Soft and
crunchy, unique and spontaneous, earthy
and fortified, the process evolves. Safely
integrated into nature’s height of towering
trees, the birds look down upon us. They
lay their eggs, feed their babies, learn
to fly, and on occasion tease the cats.
Lavandin Grosso, Green Herbs,
Tonka, Rosemary, and Ginger
Lounging by the fire,
Amelita Galli-Curci does play.
Catnip treats and a
tasseled velvet pillow,
you can hear her purr.
Circus Girl’s Trailer
Bulgarian Roses, Purple Lilac,
Musky Velvet, and Clove Cigarettes
Her trailer is akin to a feminine curiosity
cabinet. Lusty, yet sweet. Luring, yet aloof.
French perfume permeates velvet and tulle.
Tobacco and clove linger from late night
kreteks. A touch of freshness is supplied by a
bouquet of roses, lilac, ylang, and hyacinth.
A love note is dropped on the floor by yet
another admirer. After a long night in the
tent, she shares a glass of sherry with her
best girl. Together they smile and dream
about where they will venture to next.
Clover Honey, Wild Daisies,
Green Moss, and Damp Earth
Hexagonal walls made of mud and straw
house the busy colony of the honey bees.
Day in and day out, the making of honey
is performed with bustling precision. The
workers forage for pollen and nectar, the
queen reproduces in her chamber, and on
a good day a forager returns to perform
his honey bee dance. Life is short, but
nothing is sweeter than the honey they
produce and the flowers they pollinate.
A family of scents that exude notes of exotic woods, earthy resins, and damp dirt.
If you love the deeper scents of amber, vetiver, sandalwood, and patchouli,
these will be your faves!
Wet Dirt, Forest Florals, Bitter Neroli,
& Earthy, Woody Sandalwood
Wandering upon moist, dark soil, the
forager discovers a world of medicine,
nourishment, and magic. The ambience of
tall redwoods, wet dark, exotic fern, and
tiny forest floor florals, guide him along
the way. A mushroom here, berry there,
an edible green to round out a meal.
The process of finding, picking, walking,
and breathing enlightens his heart
and energizes his soul.
Bergamot, Clary Sage, Lavender,
Violet, Vetiver, and Amber
As raindrops perform a soothing rhythm
atop the roof, and crackling, burning wood
bring nuance and surprise, the poet settles
into her grandfather’s leather chair and begins
to write. Urban mist mingles with an ensemble
of violets, lavender, and petit grain perched
upon the round wooden table. History gently
seeps out from the flocked wallpaper, thick
upholstery, and collected paintings. An
exuberant mix of amber and clary sage rises
from the floor to fill the spaces in-between.
Midnight Campfire, Dirty Denim,
Tobacco, Horsehair, and Sappy Pine
The Cowboy is the embodiment of
the Wild West. He lives for starry nights,
story-telling rituals, and bustling camp fires.
His best friend is his horse, and nothing fits
him better than a pair of 501 Levi’s jeans. His
base camp is an olfactory harmony of sweet
hay, night blooming jasmine, tobacco leaves,
and weathered leather. When he packs up to
leave, the pine trees in the distance rekindle
his wanderlust. He jumps back in the
saddle and heads due west.
Tangerine, Vetiver, Amber,
Frankincense, and Balsam
Some 24,000 years ago,
deep in the forest edged terrain,
a bear discovered his limestone cave.
He made his bed in an amber gallery
dripping with stalactites rich in minerals,
lava, and peat. The long, cold winters were
always met with a peaceful, languid sleep.
Each spring would commence the dawn
with sweet tangerine blossoms and
the first warm rays of light.
A family of scents that exude notes of citrus branches, green grass, and garden herbs.
If you love the aromatic scents of sweet basil, pink grapefruit, and freshly cut grass,
these will be your faves!
Cut Grass, Freshly Turned Soil,
Tiny Flowers, and Herbaceous Plantings
The farmer’s garden expands across acres
of land with lush green beds full of varietal
fruits, vegetables, and herbs. The air is laden
with earthy notes from the nutrient rich soil,
and watery notes from abundant plantings.
In her mud-covered overalls and bright purple
tube top, the farmer takes a bite from a tomato
right off the vine. She delights in the glimmer
dancing on wet blades of grass, and settles into
the sun bathed haven of her very own bounty.
Pink Rose, Lemon Grass,
Camphor, and Earthy Patchouli
Once upon a time, a fox lived in a grove.
His red coat, thick and soft, gave him the
appearance of youth, no matter how many
years had passed. He ate the freshest of
fruits, exercised daily on a carpet of wild
flowers, and napped under lemon blossoms
that infused sweetness into his dreams. It
is said that he brought luck to the nearby
village, and longevity was their fortune.
Clary Sage, Ylang,
Cannabis, Basil, and Fresh Soil
Little grassy hole in the ground,
where on earth do you lead?
To a safe haven hidden from predators,
to an earthy, cozy place to sleep, or to
meandering paths of existential realities?
Choosing the path of individual freedom,
the rabbit transcends conformity.
For existence precedes essence.
And the hole is very deep.
Geranium, and Fir Needle
The late afternoon is the time to
graze. Young leaves, fresh grasses, and
soft twigs abound. Trailing its mother, a
spotted fawn steps gently into the meadow.
Blending with the autumn tones, she takes
a bite from the nearest hanging branch.
Chirping birds, dashing squirrels, and
jumping grasshoppers share the scene.
Walking and eating in the plein
air has never been this good.
A family of scents that exude notes of ancient spices, alluring resins, and spiritual temples.
If you love the existential scents of cloves, frankincense, coriander, and myrrh,
these will be your faves!
Cloister Walls, Ancient Manuscripts,
Sacred Chants, and Arabian Myrrh
The Monks live on a quiet hillside sanctuary
where they are dedicated to prayer, song,
and study, without interruption. To those
outside the cloister walls, these men are a
mystery. But that suits them well. Bergamot
and sage cover the fields just beyond the
only window that gives light to the library.
Incense made of lavender, geranium, and
clove fill the room. Heavy cedar and balsam
shelves house a collection of ancient books,
providing the perfect ambiance
for pensive contemplation.
Jasmine Tea, Chocolate Nibs,
Exotic Oud, Egyptian Musk, and Patchouli
The Artist spends most of her days in
her studio, quiet and focused, only the notes
of Erik Satie break the silence. She works
with a myriad of materials, all selected for their
intrinsic beauty. Nothing is taken for granted.
Her space is a floriental experience, Roses and
pink jasmine clustered in a delft blue dutch
vase sit next to a bowl of dark chocolate nibs,
a 2 o’clock necessity. Her long work table
exudes scents of precious woods while thick
cotton papers throw a dry musk into the air.
Black Currant, Bitter Orange,
Oak Moss, and Amyris
For over 100 million years the spider
has woven it’s silky, protective web that
glistens when touched by the sun and
water. So pretty and light, sticky and
seductive, we cannot resist its pull. The
spider waits patiently at the center, where
the lines converge and the hypnosis begins.
Have mercy on us spider, for we have fallen
under your spell by no fault of our own.