Kauai Flower Meditation

I Asked In Meditation One Morning.

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What’s Next?

Well, how about love?  Self love.  Big love.  Unconditional love.  Love of  dark places of the psyche, and light places too.  Gracious, forgiving love.  Lover of love.  Yup, especially self-love.  Simply, right here, right now.  Loving the self so intensely it emanates from self  like the fragrance of blossoms, permeating the air with sweetness and subtly infusing beauty and more love.

As you may or may not know, I’m living a nomadic existence.  I find each place I visit  holds a theme, a special message for me.  My recent stay in Kauai was not an exception.  And the message was, and is,  love.  Right here and right now, love.

Kauai

Kauai is a treasure trove of botanic beauty.  The island is one of the wettest places on earth, receiving more than 400″ of rain per year.  The result is a florid, lush environment.  For this, Kauai is fondly known as the emerald island.

Ever present aroma of flowers, White Ginger and Plumeria mingled with wet-green and salt-ocean welcomes.  Visually stunning too, powerfully craggy and jagged, volcanic, mountainous shapes are smothered with verdant fecundity.

And something is uniquely inspiring about the quality of air and light in Kauai.  Perhaps the angle of the sun, or the moisture in the air, or the frequent rainbows.

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But for me the breezes perfumed with blossoms were the ultimate vehicle of transformation…

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I had the unbelievably fantastic fortune to be the guest of a talented landscaping designer. Flowers were everywhere.  It was  impossible to escape their intoxicating perfume.  Almost a delirium of scent.  But a delirium that does not take one away from self, but to self.  Spirit of blossoms spoke to me in scent, “Be here now, be love.”

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A Meditation

I’d like to share with you a meditation that spontaneously came to me while in Kauai.   Inspired by the overwhelming beauty and perfumed air.  I am now on the mainland and have since practiced it wearing essential oils.  Still good.

This morning I wore Rose Otto for love, Frankincense and Sandalwood for their meditative properties, and Neroli for sparkle.  You may use any scent that speaks to you.  However  I  do recommend natural floral fragrances.  In my opinion synthetic fragrances do not have equal energetic vibrancies.  (This lengthy topic is for another blog!)

Read through the meditation once, and set aside a little time to enjoy it on your own.  Just follow your memory and heart.

Before the meditation I recommend applying fragrance to the inner wrists, breast bone (heart chakra), between brows (third eye), and ear lobes (like the sufis).  If you don’t like to have it on your body, put some drips of the fragrance on a tissue or cotton ball.

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Sit in a comfortable position.   Make sure your back feels supported, and that you can line your vertebras up comfortably.  Lay down, if you won’t just snooze off.  Take some deep inhalations of your fragrance.

Now, let your breath just be however it wants to be.   Don’t try to control or shape it.   Screw the deep breathing or any other techniques you know.  Just observe breath entering and leaving the body.   Abstain from assessing or judgement.  Let it do what it naturally wants.  Observe your breath as you might observe something very dear to you.  With curiosity, compassion, love.  As you’d observe a child at play,  your lover, a kitten, a beautiful sunset.  If you find yourself pushing or becoming frustrated with yourself, (dammit!  I am not loving!) turn up the corners of your mouth into a slight smile, and send love to the part of yourself that is being harsh, judgmental, and generally a shit.  Just acknowledge it for what it is and love it anyway.

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Allow this gentle observance to continue and add a layer.  This is where you get to use imagination.

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In your mind’s eye, see a flower in your heart center.  Imagine its color(s) and the petals.  Now imagine this flower expanding and growing until it fills the entire inside of your body, so you are essentially one large blossom.  The center of the flower is your heart center.  Stay with this image for a time.

How does it feel?  Allow yourself to feel.  Explore this sensation.  It is real.  Can you perhaps feel the petals softening you?  What else do you notice?

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When you feel ready, add another layer.  See the fragrance of the flower emanating.  Allow the scent to become a visual for you.  What color is this aroma?  Can you see it swirling around inside of you?  Does it create patterns?  Does it move in waves or in a steady rhythm?

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Now let the flower and its fragrance begin to soften the boundary of your physical body from the inside, permitting your edges to soften and the essence and aroma of the flower to swirl out of your body to fill your aura.  If you are unsure of your aura, imagine your physical body is in a sort of bubble and fill this with scent.

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Feel into the energetic essence of this flower.  If this seems strange to you.  Don’t worry about it, just go with it.  Try not to judge and again, just feel.  Perhaps folding your hands gently over your heart chakra will help you to feel or deepen the sensation.

There is such sweetness there – in your heart.

Here you may even say to yourself, out loud or internally, “I love you (your name here).”  Go ahead, repeat this several times until it is comfortable & natural.

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Linger with this sensation as long as you please.  When you are satiated, feel the energy, aroma, and the very flower get smaller until it is enshrined  in your heart.  There you may carry it everywhere and call it forward anytime you need a touch up of self loving.

It’s nice to ground yourself with a little food and drink after a journey like this.

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Kauai Favs

Other than meditating, here are some of my favorite recommendations if you are in Kauai…

Secret Beach

It’s a bit of a hike, and not really that secret (just ask a local).  Not really a swimmers beach, but it’s so beautiful and a little more secluded.  Clothing is optional.

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Mermaids Cafe in Kapaa

Get the mermaid wrap with tuna just seared.  Just do it!  They seem to be hiring.

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Kauai Juice Company (Kapaa and Kilauea)

Best juice ever.  Smoothies too.  I’m drooling…  Thursdays are free shot days.

Hanalei Farmers Market (Hanalei, Saturdays 9:30-12:00)

Fresh produce and so much more.

Cocktails at Sunset at Happy Talk Lounge

Call ahead and find out when the live Hula dancer and music is happening.  Get  reservations.  Get up and dance – I did!  (The drinks were not as wonderful as my hostess’ creations, as pictured above, but the view and music is great.)  Hey – and I noticed that most Hawaiian songs seem to be love songs for the people, land, and customs of Hawaii!

Weimea Canyon

A mini Grand Canyon.  Here the land goes from arid dessert to pine forest to lush rainforest.  The hike at the very end of the road is amazing, but incredibly muddy and rather challenging.  Bring hiking boots!  There will be mud!

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Metamorphose Yoga  Kilauea

An charming and intimate yoga studio in a picturesque stone building.  Open windows.  Ocean in view.  I took Amy Lin’s advanced flow on Friday.  A delicious, sweaty 1 hour and 45 minutes of play and spirit and good challenge.  Yum.

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Hindu Monastary

This is so worth the visit.  The grounds are amazing as are tours.  Call ahead to the monastery and find out when the tours run for they are not all that frequent.  Nearby there is a Rudraksha Grove for picnicking and collecting  brilliant blue Rudraksha seeds, or dried Rudraksha beads for malas.

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Also, “drive to the end of the road.”

There are some cool caves, fresh coconut water stands, another hiking trail, and a beautiful beach.  Then you can buy a tee-shirt in Hanalei saying “I drove to the end of the road.”  That is, if you ever come back…

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Thanks for reading!  If you try the meditation, I’d love to hear about it.  Love to you…

This post dedicated with love to my dear friends/family, Deborah, David, and Lulu.  Mahalo forever.

 

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A First Perfume Review!

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I’m truly embarrassed and shocked at my negligent behavior.  I forgot to share my first ever perfume review here.

Clearly, my marketing skills need improvement.

Julie Johnson is a blogger at The Redolent Mermaid  and Social Media delight whom I follow on Instagram.   In fact, that’s where we met and became friends!  Huzzah for FB and IG.  I have met some really wonderful people!

When I launched my first little line of perfumes I was excited to share them with Julie, and she kindly offered to write a review.

Here it is!  My first ever review!

Verdant Faerie: Enchanted Botanical Perfumes

And for inspiration and beauty, I highly recommend you follow her blog and on Instagram and FB.

The Redolent Mermaid

Thanks so much for reading!

Confessions of an Undine (Mermaid)

This tail is a prelude to the perfume, Undine.

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Please let me explain. In my world under the waves, it is no ones place to forgive or judge. Merfolk simply feel and be. But now there is a bit of the human in me, through my lover, and from this human place inside of me, I offer this confession.

So, you see, under the waves there is always music. A continuous, wordless, soundpoem – not merely heard, no. The song of the seas resonates in your body. You feel the song reverberate ceaselessly in the halls and chambers of our iridescent palaces. It is a world of feeling, of emotion, and sensation. And there, in this song, you ‘know’ all manner of beings. Yes, there are fishes, octopi, and other water creatures. But also befriended are pearlescent orbs floating gently amongst quick whipping goldersnaps. We are all part of this song.

As a young undine I first visited the world of sun and air, and there, above the waves, for the first time, I smelled. Rank and fetid with salty seaweed and fresh breeze mingled with the subtle, sweet, aroma of blossoms. Momentarily, my throat choked and body racked in spasms for the intensity. In less than a moment I was seduced and overcome with its inherent pleasure. I wanted to devour the smells. Ever after, under the waves, I knew lust.

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Forgive me for I did not mean to lure my human lover under the waves with me. It was this song emanating from my beingness, this ever-present melody of the depths. My lips, so, you see, they sing mellifluent without my knowledge or intention. I only wanted to visit the world of sun and air for the briefest of time. For a sniff. Or two. And so it was that he heard my song and could not resist. He became mine to know.

Forgive me for I also did not mean to love him so. It was the scent of the sea in his curly locks and his skin smelling sweetly of Jasmine and mint that drew me. The faint earthy, musky aromas lingering in places on his body (I blush to mention) from his time on solid land, when not a sailor, that bound me to him. I became insatiable.

Now as one, under the waves he basks in my song and I in his scent. For when I wrap him in my tail and pull at his hair, and we undulate in the waves, I can once again devour his scent and he my song.

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I know, so many questions! How does he breathe down there? How long have we been under the waves in our union? And just how do undines make love, hmmmm?

Ah, but I have made my confessions and thus feel absolved. These are revelations for another time.

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Dear Reader, can you imagine smelling for the very first time?     Wouldn’t you fall in love too?

Portland, Perfumeries, and Wanderlust

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I never knew I was creating a world which was an antithesis to the world around me which was full of sorrows, full of wars, full of difficulties. I was creating the world I wanted, and into this world, once it is created, you invited others and then you attract those who have affinities and this becomes a universe. ~ Anais Nin

Three Shops in Portland, the World They Wanted

The road trip in Oregon had little agenda.  The little it did include; Ashland, nature, coupla’ friends, and three shops in Portland.  Naturally the shops were perfume shops and the other was a shop with one of the friends aptly named Wanderlust and Wildhearts.

The first shop on the happening east side, Milk Milk Lemonade, is the studio and storefront home to Olo Fragrance.  The fragrance designer behind Olo Fragrance is Heather Sielaff.  A beautiful clean white and pine space with plenty of monclins to sniff and some lovely ceramics and jewelry.  Lovely Heather and Jonathon run the space together and were both on hand to talk fragrance.  The perfumes are in oil and do contain a small amount of synthetics.  They are all lovely, soft, and earthy, with names like Dark Wave, Spartan, and Toji.

Heather finds her perfume inspiration form the people and places that make her appreciate the world’s offerings – the elation of nature, contentment of reading a good book, a long chat with a close friend.  If long chats with Heather are anything like her dreamy fragrances sign me up.

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I treated myself to a lovely some samples that are neatly tucked in a little paper packet.

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And some fabulous all natural facial serum, which I am loving.  Light and moisturizing.  At the moment I am also wearing Violet / Leather.  Faeries would dig it.

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The next stop was to be The Perfume House.  A true perfumer destination, containing a carefully curated selection of perfumes by the owner, Chris Tsefalas.  Mr Tsefalas has a life time career and passion in perfume.  I was so looking forward to sniffing my way through his collection with his guidance.  Tragically (ok maybe not that tragic, I’ll just have to go back) it was closed that day…

BUT – Heather and Jonathon told me about a new store, Fumerie Parfumerie, also on the East side.  This treasure store is a boutique off shoot of The Perfume House.  Fumerie is the perfumed child of Tracy Tsefelas who “married into the perfume business” via Chris’ son.  Tracy’s passion is for niche and indie perfumes, and she curated an outstanding collection.

Fumerie Parfumerie is graced with cozy dark leather chairs and rich wine colored walls.  Tracy is the perfect hostess and perfume guide welcoming and friendly.  She oozes love and knowledge of perfume and had the counter spread with scents strips immediately.

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Serge Lutens, Andy Tauer, and lots more.  Craving Oregon and Portland, I got into the local perfume houses, Slumberhouse and Imaginary Authors.  Imaginary Authors packaging is whimsical and the perfume elegant.  The packaging reminds me of Chicago artist Tony Fitzpatrick.  Especially this birdie.

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Then Tracy pulled out Norne by Slumberhouse.  Woodsy, smokey, pine, heaven.  Pacific Northwest in a bottle, and more.   Observe these beautiful bottles!

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I got my hands on some of those samples.  Just lovely.  When I got home I researched Norne and discovered it is a natural!  Yay!  And the eloquent Kafkaesque perfume blog gets into the Tolkein aspects of the scent.  Yes, this is how it smells in Middle Earth, I’m sure!

“Norne is an incredibly atmospheric scent that conjured up a host of disparate images in my mind: the terroir of expensive aged, red wines; lumberjacks in the Pacific Northwest; and a dark, verdant world straight out of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings where goblins, hobbits, elves, and Orcs battle it out amidst a verdant darkness…  In this Norne, goblins, elves, dwarves, and hobbits called Licorice, Patchouli, Tobacco, Smoke, Clove, and Leather live in huts built from peat, earth, and pine logs, their roofs littered with pine needles and sticky with sap from the giant, thousand year-old pine trees that surround every dwelling. The trees reach up to the stars, almost blocking out the light, their tips wreathed with mist and fog. At the furthest periphery of the kingdom, the boundaries are drawn with a solid wall of firs, standing like sentinels on watch, cool, aromatic, blue, and bearing the scent of winter. The ground at their feet is littered with cones and wet leaves but it’s also loamy, wet, and dark, exuding an earthy aroma that has surprising strength.”  ~Kafkaesque

I could not resist taking their pics with my little adult coloring project.

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After the my nose could take no more we headed off to Wanderlust + Wildhearts.  The shop is on happening Division Street, and its mission is “to support artisanal traditions that have become increasingly difficult to maintain in todays world.  Each season we select a different region with a vibrant culture that inspires us.  We do research , book our flights, and hit the ground running…  Our eyes and our hearts wild.”

I was drawn here because my former yoga student and friend, Ashley, works here part time  because she loves it so very much.  Oh, and here’s another funny coincidence (of course we know there are no coincidences).  Another friend set me up to meet her Portland friend.  After texting back and forth it turns out she was to be near Wanderlust + Wildhearts exactly when we were to be, and, IT’S HER FAVORITE STORE!  Crazy.  So there we all were…

I felt very at home here, surrounded by familiar textiles like those I sell in my own shop…  Lost Antiquities Found.  Surrounded by the soul of wander and wilds…

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The stunning Ashley.  Be sure to say hi if you stop in!

Tomorrow I head back to Chicago to collect my much missed Missy and collection of perfume materials.  Then it’s off to Maryland for the Maryland Faerie Festival, and to continue with my perfume concoctions.  Read about my fun at last years Maryland Faerie Festival – HERE.

Hope you enjoyed this mini tour of Portland!  Thanks for stopping by.

 

 

 

 

 

Mothers Day Love!

Happy Mothers Day

A word-scent linked portrait of my mother. The inspiration for my perfume, Anam Cara.

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Anam Cara Eau de Parfum

Long ago ~ Anam Cara Base Notes

Warm grounding Sandalwood and Vanilla…
Staring into the grass.
Raggedy Anne doll by my side.
My mother, the artist, is near,
Under the oaks, drawing.
She has stayed home to be with me.
I feign sick just to be with her.
Loved.
Potent scent of Fossilized Amber…
Her drawing,
A portrait of me,
I have the striped legs of Raggedy Anne.
She creates, 
I marvel in awe
"How does she do that?"
Patchouli, the earthy unconventional…
She lets me run wild through forests and climb pyramids.
Viewing the world through her eyes,
Eyes filled with curiosity and humor.
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Her mermaid mural on the washroom wall of my childhood home.

Not too too long ago ~ Anam Cara Heart Notes

Sweetness of Bulgarian Rose…
I do really, really, stupid things.
Haunt questionable neighborhoods,
Make bad choices.
They are barely mentioned.
Spicy Clove and luscious Orange Blossom…
A heady period
Of shared African dance classes,
Performance art collaborations.
She plays Shaman.
Her 'Lowly Potato' soliloquy steals the show.
Rich comforting Coffee aroma…
Now I am the mother and teacher.
Frequent, lengthy, excruciating stretches of distressing chaos.
“First there must be chaos, then art.”
We laugh over commiserative cups.
And 'chaos first' becomes my mantra.
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Delivering her Soliloquy at “The Cocktail Party”  A performance piece happening created by Somebody’s Daughters.  I am the blonde with the feather duster in my face.

Pretty much now ~ Anam Cara Top Totes

Sparkle and Shimmery scent of Petitgrain, Bergamot, and Haute Lavender…
It is summer and we sit under the Oaks.
On a swing seat drinking wine in the middle of the afternoon
“Isn’t it close enough to 3:00?”
We reminisce.
When her stories get lively
I pull my legs up under me,
And let her push.
And she pushes us with gusto.
Legs matching the exuberance of words.
Her spirit shimmery
Our friendship sparkles.
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My Anam Cara in Mexico, 2016
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Us, Winter 2015

Anam Cara is available in my Etsy Shop.

Happy Mothers Day!

baby faerie flies!

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The Etsy store is open

It feels like my perfume creations are little faeries that grew up and are out making their way in this world, sprinkling enchantment and wonder wherever they flitter!

Please visit the shop at:

verdantfaerie on Etsy

I also had a lovely little launch at a Women’s Healing Hour where three different healers told me there was a lot of energy around my 6th chakra and nose area.  And this was before they knew I was the perfumer!

Here are some pics from the event.

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Botanical perfume will save the world!

Free Range Faerie Telepathic Blog

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The Magical Telepathic Blogs

If you’ve used your telepathic abilities you would “know” all of the blogs I’ve been writing in my head (and not here.)  You’d know all of the beautiful and inspiring things I’ve seen and thought as I travel around, wanting to share…  The doubts and revelations…

Michigan

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You’d know of my beautiful Michigan blogs, about where I re-learned to love the quiet of winter snow.  My companions were pines, dunes, Lake Michigan, my perfumery studies and of course, Missy.

(no wifi, which was kinda nice.)

 

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Maya Riviera

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Of surf and sunshine with my dear mom and some little plastic faeries.  Where I realized relaxing is different than just being calm.

No Missy.  😦

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Mexico City
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 I’m sure you loved my pictorial blog about the oodles and oodles of jaw-dropping art and architecture in Mexico City.  A whirlwind tour with my parents and their company, Mexi-Mayan travel.  Mexico City and its surrounding area  is chock full of treasures!

(Too busy for wifi – surprisingly nice!)

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Chicago

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And didn’t you just devour the Chicago blogs? Highlighting more art and architecture.

But most importantly the blog written from my south-side Beverly, artist garret celebrating the completion of my course of study at the Natural Perfumery Institute.  Hooray!

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Finishing two perfumes… Dusk Blossom and Invisioning Roses

(And becoming most shamefully addicted to Game of Thrones… no blogging, urp.)

 

Go Fund Me

AND then the blog announcing the crowd sourcing campaign to raise money for the verdant faerie scent salon start-up!

The world really is full of wonder and kindness and support.  It took me a good 6 months to a year to have the guts to come out and ask for this help.

You know that demon that shouts repeatedly, “NO, YOU ARE NOT DESERVING!!!”  The beastly voice that keeps you from creating and sharing your gifts…  That ogre, claws embedded in my shoulder, mouth hot in my inner ear.  But I kept dreaming and invisioning.  Walking in woods for inspiration.  Yoga for peace and aerial silks for strength.  Visiting faerie realms while drowning the horrid voice in Bulgarian rose absolute.  Enchanting the monster with Sandalwood and tiny dancing plastic glow-in-the-dark faeries.  Washing clean in Lavender and Neroli.

And finally when I was ready, support was there!  And I am grateful and humbled and joyful…  (And still accepting donations.)

Go Fund Me Verdant Faerie

Maryland Now

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 Here I am surrounded by Lulu’s faeries, loved ones, cherry blossoms, Missy and the verdant faerie perfumery.

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Elegant 5 ml bottles for precious perfumes, and dried rose petals, just because….The rest of my supplies will arrive soon, and I will have a thrill of a lifetime blending my perfume formulas.

The official launch date is April 24th at a live event at Invision, in Chicago and with an Etsy store.

It will be a simple start regarding labels and that sort of thing.  But I feel confident in the magical perfume blends and in the quality of the ingredients I will use.

More soon about the opening!  (NOT telepathic.)

Non-Telepathic Blogs

Well, I still hope to write those blogs, and lots more, in case we are not telepathically linked.  And still on the move.  But I am totally open to a rendezvous in the faerie realm as an alternate to blogs or telepathic communication.  Just lemme know.

Dear Reader!  Thank you for visiting!

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Free Range Missy