an eighty acre garden
Do you know why I enjoy mixing perfumes? Imagine an open field of roses, extending as far as the eyes can see, an eighty acre garden.
Hundreds of thousands of bushels of rose petals get picked, boiled and distilled, and re-distilled, and purified, until out of a thousand pounds of petals, five ounces of precious attar of roses are extracted.
A perfume so strong that it is too much for a person to bear undiluted.
You can’t extract the quintessence of a sunset, but you can concentrate scent to its pure essence. Every time I take the lid off the little bottle, an eighty acre rose garden comes out.
For the sake of efficiency, we think of rose attar as just a perfumery ingredient and do not backtrack all the steps that brought it to be.
Somewhere far away, though, there is a field of roses getting distilled into a little bottle as we speak.
With delighted anticipation, I open essential oil vials.
They are, of course, labeled, but it is not really necessary, because when you lift the glass stopper, the scent speaks for itself: lemon, chamomile, rose, jasmine, sweet orange, vanilla, lavender.
Out of the fragrant tin box, I picked four scents.
I followed the theory about compatible aromas and diligently started analyzing the top note, middle note, and base scent, but there aren’t any.
It is just a pampered subtle fragrance that follows you around like a memory.
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