I make fougere soap because it is so different from anything else I make. The oils are odd and the oakmossy blend has a calming endearing effect on my mood..
I use a revised method with the base blend..
This base formula can be transformed in to many new scents also a kin to the forest and how glorious it smells.
When you wake up in the mountain cabin in the woods, you get to see all the clouds go right by you and as each moment rises with the heat of our star, you get the scent coming out of the denser parts of the woods. Pine, leaves, moss and fern and in spring and dry down in fall. Certain trees flower in spring so you get sweet perfume..then..in fall you get moss, fern...
Ferns mixed with earthy, wet, mossy green, grassy sweet chlorophyll and tonka's cumarin brings something rare to a fine oak moss perfume.
A little smoke scent from distant a wood fire, most likely hickory or some long burning hard wood..this adds something else to the air.
In the mountains there is a cabin. It is built well with surrounding woods. There is a perfect road you've carved to make it easy for yourself to come often.
You've carved it with glorious patience and skill..always alert and fancy you are!
It is your secret place. No body comes a knocking this high up on a Wednesday!
You pass the trees which guard your path and they arch over you..there are yellow flowers near by..maybe buttercups or arnica..some wild thing you can't really eat.
You pass now under thick wisteria hanging over large stones fences and a patch of small gnarly trees you've been trimming and talking to now and again. There are wild roses surrounding your little nook so that no one can enter that way..there is only one entrance and you must pass all the phases to its final approach..the soft mellow pines, the sweet rich dirt freeing particles in to the atmosphere, the oaks towering over you and the oh so tiny. so patient and grounding oakmoss at the oak's base and this lichen with its sweet, sharp almost sweet tones..mmm wild roses and ferns now mixing with a gentle tobacco and davana..
As you marvel at your perfect small path way, you almost glide in to the entry of your warm cabin. there is a warm bed piled with blankets and there is a fire place in the middle..it is big, round and you built your cabin around that. you light that fire. It crackles and warms the place in minutes. You put a kettle on and you ruminate on your awesome way of doing things. Earl Gray Tea and a rumination:)
with tobacco and davana
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
I knew it was going to be a great day, right. Shake things up and all that, I thought to my self. I have made some adjustments in my life...
I see the moon and the moon sees me I hear her voice of eternity her luminous rays reflecting silent truths desires met with little force...
I was thinking about things. I am sort of studying brain stuff some more and it makes me think about my inner brain and why I think and do t...