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Scented musings

I came across a Pythagorean philosophy which states that “Music is the harmonization of opposites; the conciliation of warring elements.”


I think a lot about how music relates to perfume. Though it wasn’t until a recent conversation with the person who was representing me at FRAGments, that I understood most of how I use my music training is subconsciously. She had asked me to find a musical term that described each fragrance I was presenting there. I think I’ve mentioned here before, that I tend to compose very intuitively – I’m methodical about what oils I choose, and how they’ll go together in a blend. I do my best to ensure that they are well balanced. When it comes to the actual moment of creation, I tend to give myself to the Muse. This looks very “woo-woo” when I read it in printed word, however, that’s really what I do.

The_Love_PotionPerfume isn’t about me, it’s about the message behind the perfume. I’m just the hands that create. It’s about how it will make the person feel when they wear it. It should be thought provoking, emotion inducing. It should be music on your skin.

After our phone conversation, I sat down to consciously think of musical adjectives to describe each of the fragrances, and I also chose a piece of music to go with it. Here’s what I picked:

Moon Valley is un poco mosso – reminiscent of Clair de lune by Debussy from his Suite bergamasque

Lumberjack Man is lento – reminds me of Alexander Nevsky by Prokofiev 2nd movement Song about Alexander Nevsky

Autumn Spice is allegro – like Vivaldi’s Autumn 1st movement from The Four Seasons

Little Black Dress is allegretto – like Chopin’s prelude (op 28.) no 17 “A Scene on the Place de Notre-Dame de Paris”

Vanilla Citron is cantabile – like Paganini’s Cantabile for violin and guitar

If you’re curious, all those pieces can be found via youtube, and if you’ve tried the fragrances, leave me a comment and let me know what you think after listening to the music :) I’d love to hear your thoughts on my picks!

Here’s a nice writeup on Fragrantica about the FRAGments salon. Lumberjack Man got a nice mention from the editors :)


That’s it for now, I’ll see you tomorrow for Scentual Sunday.

Thinking about Life

Hesiod and the Muse

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self titled :)

I’m going to have to get organized for the beginning of the school year for the children.  So I might have to change hats here for a while, and I might not be as regular of a blogger, however, I am busy, making new perfumes :D  Always the Muses speak in my ear!

the greek muses

The Greek Muses

Robert Graves:

“No Muse-poet grows conscious of the Muse except by experience of a woman in whom the Goddess is to some degree resident; just as no Apollonian poet can perform his proper function unless he lives under a monarchy or a quasi-monarchy. A Muse-poet falls in love, absolutely, and his true love is for him the embodiment of the Muse… But the real, perpetually obsessed Muse-poet distinguishes between the Goddess as manifest in the supreme power, glory, wisdom, and love of woman, and the individual woman whom the Goddess may make her instrument… The Goddess abides; and perhaps he will again have knowledge of her through his experience of another woman…”

Musing Monday


Love starts out slow, like the planting of a seed.
you must nurture and care,
for without Love will die.
Love must be given and received freely,
or it will not grow.
little by little Love gets stronger,
and soon can weather anything.
till the end, when you reap the fruits of what you plant.
then Love gives back.
something more precious to you than you began with.
Love stays with you forever.

Musing Monday

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Yes, it’s ANOTHER poem by me. :P

The Rain Must Fall

Almost as if a whisper,
the rain trickles down slowly.
I know not from where it comes but steadily it falls.
The sky with it’s ashen grey makes my heart weep.
It seems to go on forever with no end in sight.

The Rain comes down drop by drop.
The heavens crying out for the earth.
Crying for us.

I feel the sorrow that presses down upon me oppressively.
I cannot bear it.
I cry.

Musing Monday

Per Fumum

redolent smoke…wafting my soul to the source.


I adore you…you sooth me, you console me, you exalt me, you excite me, you adorn me, you expand me.