Plant Song of the Essential Oil Orbs

The rose laughs at our furrowed, figuring brows over the light of such delight. Relinquish the hold. Pass the threshold. Flow into it. Inhale why you and the rose glow. Breathe each other’s bloom. Join the perfume. With you the essence-orb is the fragrance it loves. These are hidden-gems desiring to be known. Gleefully they get to be entwined with your essence, to be the healing helix they dreamed to divine: a precious mixture of universal-cellular-chime. This is your plant-kin, dive in!

Here, mysteries are hinted at. These are only keys to the Living Library. Although, there’s no lock, no door, and no apothecary’s lamp that will light the flight to the lands upon many lands. Make acquaintance with ferns, flowers and firs. Forget botany, Latin monotony. Forget theories, classifications and knowing. Those bread crumbs will not satisfy your longing. History is hearsay. Be wildered by these essences. This is the sweet sweat of elements turned upside down: distillations of dirt-in-hands-jewels-of-distant-lands. Sincere, dear, immeasurable plant life. These hi-fidelity essences are an invitation; a gathering of kaleidoscoping communications, lost languages and found friends, from organic wild farmers and vintage distillers the earth over. Inhale this wonder and chase the forest wild.

Restoring adoring aroma-rays, every essential oil has a verse in the language of the lymph, in the melody of the endocrine and in the chorus of the aura. Gracefully they attend the body’s reception: they all renew molecules of perception, cruise the cerebrospinal muse and inspire doors in unmet corridors. Each drop is a secret agent of antiviral activity; each drop is a healing infinity; everyone of them has turned under the same sun and looked-up and wondered at the same moon... yet each essence is a unique seed-expression of realms upon realms being quenched and drenched by diverse soil and rain. Each essential oil is astonishingly rare in texture, fragrance, cadence and colour ray. Whole worlds twirl on the tip of a leaf, in the cosmos of a seed. Imagine the vast intricate strands of telegrams: tendrils of petal firmament-fumes blushing pollination-invocations, sounds of sap and stones, and earth animal odes that create each drop.

Essence upon essence upon your essence. The possibilities - the play - are endless. There are many ways to kneel and be kissed by the ground, so which one? where? what? why? Give the interpreters and the volumes a rest. Every plant sings to your chest. With ease you will experience that the best oil is the oil you have on hand. These plant essences may be anointed, inhaled, sipped and stirred: manuka massages, buddawood baths, inula inhalations, petitgrain perfumes, eucalyptus cleaning-mists, chamomile crèmes and lavender linen dreams. They are all night-side table treasures. For journeys inside, measure drops with honey, herb or propolis tinctures, oils of olive and cococrème. Brew teas, or capture in a capsule of your favourite herb. My oh my imagine the clarysage syrup, oregano olive oil and cardamom-camu capsules to be conjured. Perhaps a dash of palmarosa propolis, tansy tincture and hyssop honey too... do splash and swish like a child and enchant a special brew. You are the star attuned to the frequency of these hi-fi plant-songs; stories upon stories, and so it begins.