A Scented Gathering For Mermaids

…You Are Invited…

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Our gracious hostess is the fabulous artist and sister mermaid, Sharon Bladholm, of Opal Glass Studio.  Sharon is a magical mermaid creature and we are excited to share our love of mermaids with you.

Sharon’s website is here-

Opal Glass Studio

Scent of a Mermaid

I’m delighted to announce Undine, the perfume, will preview at the gathering.  This first limited edition of Undine will appear as a solid perfume in lovely shell-shaped, locket necklaces.  Undine features a floral heart note of Rose, fresh Violet, and Champaca flower on a salt-air, marine base.  Like all of my perfumes, Undine is an all-natural composition.

Undine is an artistic expression and part of my mystical faerie realm exploration.  You can read my glimpse into the world of mermaids that came to me while gazing into a magical pool in the land of the fae here  –

Confessions of a Mermaid

I’ll also have my other verdant faerie botanical perfumes on hand.  Here’s my Etsy store –

verdant faerie perfumes

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Treats for the Mermaid Soul

Oh, and there’ll be treats AND free (brief) Mermaid Card Readings with my fantastic new deck – Oracle Of The Mermaids.  Reading faerie cards for myself and friends has been my passion hobby for many years now.  Most recently I have felt moved to offer these up to folks as a gift.  So check it out!

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Here be Mermaids

You will find the mermaids gathering on Saturday, October 15, 2-6 pm, in the garden of the Albany Carroll Arts Building, 319 N. Albany in Chicago, weather permitting.  Balloons will mark the entrance of the Garden.  In case of rain we will be indoors in Sharon’s studio.  Feel free to email me and I will send you my phone number so that you may text me if you get confused/disoriented.  doreen@verdantfaerie.com.

Please contact me with questions or concerns.

Hope to see you there!

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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?