#Memory Enhancement with Fragrances

[scichores]

Memory Enhancement with Fragrances: A Surprising Study Reveals the Power of Scents

Have you ever pondered the possibility that fragrances could hold the key to enhancing your memory? Prepare to be intrigued as we delve into groundbreaking research from the University of California, Irvine, that uncovers a fascinating discovery of memory enhancement with fragrances. In this captivating blog post, we’ll explore the study’s revelations and unveil how aromas can be harnessed to…

[openingadoor]

Berlin, City Smell Research. Sissel Tolaas (Norwegian, born 1962) 2004.

Glass and smell simulation

Each bottle: 5 7/8 x 7 1/16 x 2 3/8" (15 x 18 x 6 cm)

“Smell immediately locates you in a space,” says artist, designer, chemist, and odor theorist Sissel Tolaas. “It gives you new tools to perceive your surroundings.” Throughout her career Tolaas has worked provocatively with smell, applying headspace technology—used in the perfume industry to capture and synthesize natural scents—to render essences ranging from the objectionable (sweat, rotten fish, dog feces) to the everyday (fresh laundry, kebabs, shoe shop) and put them into an archive of more than seven thousand scents. From this archive she has created fragrances that do not adhere to the usual definitions of what smells good or desirable; instead, her aim is to stimulate emotional responses, evoke memories, and recreate places in all their chaos and specificity. While conducting her City Smell Research, which was presented at the Berlin Biennale in 2004, Tolaasworked in various Berlin districts to distill an essential scent for each one, creating an olfactory map of the city. The scents are contained in bottles that physically recall the city map and compass points. This work is not simply the charting of a landscape of smell; it also explores the potential of smell as information that enhances and subverts the physical and symbolic boundaries of the urban ecosystem.

found via Talk to Me curated by Paola Antonelli

[vilixxr]

simon’s love (that swallows you whole)

butcher!simon x gn!reader

tags: gore-ish, vague blood/knifeplay (metaphorical), borderline cannabalism, you're a florist yay

notes: a story between you and a simon that loves like he devours. + this is so heavily inspired from tender is the flesh by crashtestbunny, pls go read, it altered my brain chemistry i’m srs

wc: 799

His time as a butcher has yet to leave him.

Even when he returns from the throes of war, back to a little shop in his hometown, he still remembers everything so vividly. His hands move in memory: Each cut, precise, at the bone, against the unwanted fat. Each vein along the cut he’ll remember by heart, until he lets the butcher knife drop with a dull thunk against the chopping board. He dresses and places every order in a bag, treating it with a kindness that he'll never use anywhere else.

It’s still the stale, unpleasant place he knows. A weird sense of belonging that goes along with it, even in the chilling depths of the storage room, or when he places himself at the front for patrons to shuffle up to. He realized he did belong there, to some degree; destined to be a butcher, blood permanently coating the creases of his hands.

And when you came along, you reminded him just how much of a butcher he can be.

You learned of the fear the first day you had met him. A florist around the area, hands clean of carnage and a light fragrance of lavender. It made its way through the shop, through to him, and he latched on before he could catch himself.

You were hesitant, almost frozen in your place while facing him, while he took the time to take you in. The potential you'd have, if your muscles weren't so stiff. The veins running down your arms in beautiful branches. Your heart that he could pierce through, watch it beat against his cutting board.

It was a brief moment, an interaction where he bore holes into your soul and you kept your eye on the way the grip on his knife would tighten and loosen in a terrifying rhythm. He could imagine you already, just like this. Something he could sink his teeth into. Tender, if he put in the work to chase you up the table he had prepared.

He cut the last piece for you, the knife meeting the board and resounding throughout the shop. Just like that, he soon prepared and handed you your order in a bag, and you were gone, leaving him with a "thank you" even softer than before. The lingering fragrance of lavender permeated the air still, leaving him to wonder if he had ever changed from his time spent as a teenager. Maybe, he really was destined to a butcher.

He must have retained too much of his job, even in his time away from it. Has to, as he can’t stop thinking of you.

Slowly, he'd let you into his space, even with the hunger he possessed that spikes when you approach. You were way too sweet, almost saccharine, he learned. You were the sugar shoved down his throat, and he couldn't avoid choking up every single time.

Gift-giving tried to make up for the distance you had kept up long before you had started this "thing" that the both of you had. It all starts with the flowers you sent. Bouquets, arranged to encapsulate everything you think he may be, did the talking for you. Way too perfect sets of warm oranges and pinks and especially red, the same he sees daily. You hand him the bouquet with delicate hands that shake, a silent declaration of love that you can't bring yourself to say. He doesn't miss the way your hands crack as they fold, light welts blooming at your wrists and down your forearms. Much prettier than your arrangement, spots that enhance the skin he yearns to peel off, reveal the tissue underneath. You smile, all teeth and no genuine happiness, and he licks his lips in return, an image of reds coating his teeth after having you between them.

Really, the bouquets felt like charity. They reeked of pity to him, like he was a puppy to coddle and call to rest to get him to stop growling at everyone who wasn't you. They tasted of pity, but he took them anyways. All the arrangements, full of flowers he didn't care to know the name of and the reds he dreamed of. He took them all, even if you had both known that they would be left to wilt on his kitchen countertop. He took those, and everything else you had.

He'd indulge your need to pity him, with all the "shouldn't have, pet"s and wry smiles, just on one condition of his own: He gets to open you up in return. Dissect you in his personal time, run his fingers along your arteries. You get to tell him that those flowers all remind you of him, and he'll soon get to feel your heart beat in his hands.

stars n dots divider by cafekitsune

[mademoiselleestparfaite]

If you wish to embrace a more elegant and feminine lifestyle, there are a few timeless investments I would suggest. One of the most important (in my opinion) is a carefully chosen fragrance. It is not merely a luxury, but a signature that enhances your charm and leaves a lasting impression. The delicate notes of a well-crafted scent can evoke emotions, create memories, and subtly highlight the allure of the wearer.

[mcntsee]

— my angel

Summary: Fires of passion, ashes of hate epilogue! Months had slipped away since the night they barely escaped from the crumbling building. The memories of that night’s hours-long conversation haunted Kaz’s thoughts until the moment he laid eyes on her at the party—the very gathering where he decided to finally set them both free.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, low self-esteem, negative self-perception and self-doubt. Past relationships, mentions of breakup and heartbreak. No happy ending? (In my opinion, it is a happy-ish ending) and kind of ooc Kaz. Not proofread, so excuse any grammar mistakes.

Authors notes: In my opinion this can be read as a standalone or two-parter too. Anyway, this was, originally, going to be the ending to the series and, although the ending ended up being entirely different, I really liked this and wanted to do something with it. Lastly, there is no use of “Y/n”

The ballroom was alive with an electric energy, each corner aglow with the soft, golden hues emanating from the large chandelier adorning the ceiling. Its crystal facets refracted the light, casting intricate patterns across the room. Couples moved with effortless grace on the polished dance floor, their silhouettes swaying in perfect harmony to the melodious strains of the band.

Clusters of guests mingled and conversed, their laughter and animated gestures mixing with the soft tunes as waiters navigated skillfully through the crowd, balancing trays laden with glasses of champagne. The clinking of crystal and murmurs of delight filled the air as guests indulged in the sparkling libations, toasting to love, laughter, and the joy of the moment.

The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the ornate décor, casting shadows that danced playfully along the walls. The scent of fresh flowers perfumed the air, their delicate fragrance mingling with the sweet notes of champagne and the tantalizing aroma of gourmet delicacies being served.

His crew’s laughter reached his ears as he continued to glance around the bustling ballroom, the cacophony of voices blending into a steady hum. Their conversations ebbed and flowed, barely audible over the swell of music and the clinking of glasses.

His eyes swept over the crowd, scanning every familiar and unfamiliar silhouette, searching for a mark among the pigeons ripe for the picking. They moved back and forth between the guests' faces, seeking out the perfect opportunity, until they finally landed on her.

There, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, stood her, illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier above. Her hair was expertly styled into a fancy yet slightly messy bun that exuded an effortless elegance. Delicate rhinestones in shades of gold adorned the intricate twists and turns of her updo, while loose strands cascaded gracefully, framing her face with a captivating allure.

Her dress, a vision in forest green, draped elegantly over her figure, accentuating every curve with effortless grace. The low back of the gown hinted at a hint of allure, teasing without revealing too much, leaving just enough to the imagination. The fabric shimmered in the light, casting a subtle sheen that complemented the richness of her hair and the sparkle of her eyes.

His eyes traveled down her figure, lingering on her choice of footwear—a stunning pair of gold heels that accentuated the graceful curve of her ankles. The heels, with their intricate design and shimmering finish, perfectly complementing the forest green of her dress. With each step she took, the heels added a subtle sway to her movements, adding an extra layer of elegance to her demeanor.

But it was the jewelry that truly caught his eye—simple yet elegant in its design. He remembered the day he stole those pieces for her years ago, after catching her longing gaze upon the shop's window where they were displayed. The gold-dangling earrings perfectly matched her bracelet and necklace. Each piece seemed to enhance her natural beauty, radiating a quiet confidence and effortless charm that left his eyes frozen in place, unable to tear his gaze away from her mesmerizing presence.

He couldn’t hear her laughter amidst the cacophony of noise in the room, but he didn’t need to; he remembered the sound well enough to imagine it when he saw her head slightly tilt back, an open-mouthed smile gracing her face as her eyes squeezed shut. He watched as her shoulders moved up and down with every sound that left her mouth, the loose strands of hair gently swaying from one side to the other, following the slow movement of her head as she gently shook it.

He attempted to divert his gaze away from her to resume his search for the perfect prey amidst the crowd. Yet, every subtle movement that his peripheral vision caught seemed to tug at his attention, irresistibly drawing his eyes back to her.

They had encountered each other countless times since the building’s collapse, their paths crossing unexpectedly during jobs or by sheer coincidence, such as ending up waiting in line at the same café. At times, they had even spotted each other through the bustling crowds at the barrel, their eyes meeting fleetingly for just a second before they each continued walking in opposite directions.

Just as they had for years, they still fought and plotted against each other's success, seizing opportunities to disrupt each other's plans while praying for their downfall. The only difference was that their reactions were no longer as explosive as they once were.

Ever since that fateful night, after a long conversation and a couple of sips of the rye whiskey she had been so eager to drink, he hadn't been able to keep her out of his thoughts.

The images of her lying in his bed with the brand-new sheets below her consumed his every thought during the day.

The way that, despite her face being streaked with grime and dirt from the collapsing building they had narrowly escaped, her features remained striking. The sight of her sweat-dampened hair, tousled yet somehow still captivating, strands falling delicately across her forehead like they always seemed to do as she lay there. Her injured arm rested on her stomach, while the other hand gently massaged her temple in an effort to ease a headache.

The short sleeve of her shirt had been rolled up to her shoulder, revealing the dried blood that marred her skin. Her legs had been crossed, one foot gently tapping in rhythm to the song she hummed softly under her breath—a melody that had filled the air that night. Her brows furrowed, accentuating the lines on her forehead, as she kept her eyes closed, shutting out the world around her. Her lips tightly pressed together.

At night, while he shifted softly in bed with a subtle turn here and a slight adjustment there, as if he were navigating the landscapes of his dreams with the fluidity of a wandering soul, the memories of what they had once shared flooded his dreams. Each recollection brought with it a pleasant warmth that filled his heart, contrasting sharply with the urgent whispers of his subconscious urging him to wake up. Yet he remained nestled in the embrace of sleep, unwilling to part with the fleeting solace found within the depths of his dreams.

Blinking away from the thoughts that had started to consume him, he tore his gaze away from her silhouette and turned to face his crew. His lips moved, shaping instructions he couldn't recall, and before he could even register it, his feet were propelling him in her direction.

He felt his chest tighten, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he navigated the crowd. A couple of guests edged too close for comfort, prompting him to subtly maneuver away, doing everything in his power to avoid contact.

Silently thanking the saints he didn’t believe in for her remaining stationary and engaged in conversation with the woman before her, he moved as quickly as his bad leg allowed, inching closer to her with every uneven step. Despite the trembling of his gloved hands brought on by the encroaching crowd, he kept his eyes fixed on her figure, trying to steady his shaky breathing as best he could before finally reaching her.

After a couple more uneven steps, the sweet, intoxicating scent of cherries wafted through the air, enveloping him in a nostalgic embrace. With a sense of familiarity washing over him, his arm extended out, his gloved finger delicately tapping her shoulder twice.

Her radiant smile illuminated his world as she turned to face him, but it vanished quicker than he'd hoped, replaced by a confused expression overtaking her features instead. Her eyes quickly scanned over his face before she turned back to the woman she had been talking to, politely excusing herself from their conversation. Then, her attention swung back to him, and her focus was now entirely on his presence. “Brekker?”

His attention fixated on her face, meticulously memorizing the details that had been obscured from afar. He studied the subtle pink blush that graced her cheeks, then shifted his focus to the dark eyeshadow that accentuated the brightness of her eyes. As her lips moved once more, his gaze descended, settling on her lips, admiring the deep red hue of the lipstick she had chosen.

“Kaz?”

The gentle sound of her voice calling his name snapped him out of the trance. With a swift transition, the muffled sounds in his ear sharpened into clarity as he recentered his focus and locked eyes with her.

He cleared his throat, a subtle nervousness betraying his composed exterior, before extending his arm once more. His palm facing upward as he offered her his hand to take. “Dance with me, love.”

In a matter of seconds, her vibrant smile reappeared, accompanied by a quiet giggle that escaped her lips. Her eyebrows arched in a teasing manner, her voice rising in pitch as she responded, "Why, how could I ever deny you a dance, handsome?" Her hand extended to grasp his, but before it could make contact, he retracted his arm, pulling it closer to his body.

With a shaky sigh, he brought his other hand up, trembling slightly as he began tugging at the gloved-covered fingers of the hand he had just offered her. Slowly, he peeled the leather enclosure away, setting his hand free from its confining cover.

He tucked the glove into his pants pocket, mustering a deep breath, before extending his now-bare hand back to her. The sensation of her skin against his sent waves of nausea churning through his stomach as he battled with the ghost of his past, threatening to overwhelm him like crashing waves. Yet, the familiar caress of her gentle touch eased the struggle, empowering him to emerge victorious.

His previously tentative gaze, fixed on the ground, snapped to their connected hands in surprise. He hadn’t anticipated the tenderness with which she would grasp his hand, nor did he recall how deeply he once cherished the sensation of her skin against his own.

Her other hand slowly advanced, delicately grasping his chin as she awaited his reaction. Sensing his acceptance of her touch, she gently guided his face upward to meet her gaze, offering an affirming nod and a tender smile. As his surprise subsided, he returned the nod, softly squeezing her hand before leading her to the dance floor.

They found solace in a secluded corner, away from the throng of dancing couples and prying eyes. He swiftly withdrew his hand from hers, wiping away the sweat on his pants as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

He gauged his hand’s dryness before cautiously raising it, meeting her gaze once more, anticipating a teasing glint in her eyes. However, to his surprise, he found a warm smile gracing her lips, accompanied by an understanding gaze that met his nervous one. Without hesitation, she raised her arm and connected her hand with his once more.

With another shaky breath escaping his lips, he maintained eye contact as his free hand snuck around her waist, drawing her closer until their chests gently pressed together. Simultaneously, her free hand found its place on his shoulder, completing their embrace as they prepared to dance.

As the music enveloped them in its tender embrace, they began to sway in perfect harmony.

"Do you think that, perhaps, our love was too potent to coexist?" she whispered, her eyes probing his face for an answer as they swayed together on the dance floor.

His face turned to hers, her question echoing in his mind as he searched for an answer. “I believe it still is.” Her eyes shifted away from his, flickering back and forth as she processed his response.

With each step, their movements flowed effortlessly, as if guided by an unseen force. His hand, firm yet gentle as it led her through each graceful turn and dip, while her touch, light as a feather, traced patterns of warmth across his shoulder.

“There’s—” He hesitated, his gaze lingering on her face, before reluctantly tearing his eyes away, searching for the right words. “There is a breathtaking ache in knowing I’ll never forget our love.”

Their bodies moved as one, the music fading into the background as his heart’s erratic rhythm drowned out all other sounds. He hesitated, the weight of the words he needed to say hanging heavy on his tongue. “I can’t keep doing this, love.”

With a sigh, her movements stilled, and her arms lowered from their previous position on his body. Just as she had done before, his hand moved slowly, delicately grasping her chin before gently guiding her face upward to meet his gaze.

At the sight of her teary eyes, his heart dropped, making him regret his words. With a tender touch, his bare hand moved up from her chin, tracing the curve of her cheek, seeking solace in the warmth of her skin, while his gloved hand joined in, enveloping her face gently between both. As a tear escaped her eye, his thumb instinctively moved to gently wipe it away.

After a moment, he gently took her hand in his and guided her away from the dance floor, leading her towards the door that would take them to the tranquil garden outside.

As they stepped outside, the cool breeze gently tousled his hair, sending strands swaying in rhythmic waves with each gust, rustling the leaves of nearby trees, and sending ripples through the surface of a nearby pond. The air was filled with the earthy fragrance of damp soil and fresh foliage, mingling with the subtle hint of flowers in bloom.

“I meant what I said.” He rasped out. With each step, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet added to the symphony of sounds in the peaceful garden, creating a serene backdrop for their conversation. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

He couldn’t bear the burden of resentment nor sustain the weight of a love confined to memories. “I really thought it was going to be you,” he confessed, his stride faltering. Halting abruptly, his grasp on her hand tightened, drawing her back towards him and compelling her to face him once more. “I really wanted it to be you.” His gloved hand reached out to grasp her free one, completing the union of their hands. With one hand bare and the other gloved, he held her securely, his thumbs gently caressing the soft skin of both of her hands. "Sometimes," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "I still do."

He found nothing more humiliating than his own desires, and for that, he hated her, because anger was better than tears, than grief, than guilt.

The day she walked out of what used to be their shared room, his heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The warmth that had always accompanied her presence vanished with her, leaving him enveloped in a chilling emptiness that still lingered whenever she was absent.

“I can’t keep hoping for something that will never be.” There were days when he believed he had finally moved on from her, only to find himself longing to hear her voice and feel the warmth of her embrace enveloping him once more.

Every day he sought out the sensation of being truly alive because, in truth, the last time he had felt truly alive was when he gazed into her narrowed eyes, their voices rising in intensity, breathing the same air, witnessing her every step as she walked out of his life.

The last time he felt truly alive, he had been slowly dying, watching his world crumble before him as the sound of the slammed door behind her echoed in his ears.

From that point forward, he found himself endlessly replaying every moment they shared in his mind, mourning the loss of what they once had and resigning himself to the fact that they wouldn't be creating any new memories together.

During the initial stages of their relationship, he dwelled in a state of confusion. He couldn’t comprehend how her bright eyes had seen the hell in his and loved it anyway.

She was a kind soul forced to navigate in crowds full of evil. Unafraid to stand up for what was dear to her, never hesitating to shield everything she loved. And, saints! Her love flowed like scorching waves through both her words and deeds, showering him with a kindness he believed was beyond his deserving. And it was only in her angelic gaze that he found refuge, for it alone could discern the remnants of goodness within him.

She remained the sole divine thing he believed in—the one enduring belief he still clung to.

Her touch was a gentle caress that gradually transformed him into a man more deserving of love. Under her influence, he became the type of man who would pause as he passed the florist shop, turning back to pick out flowers for her. He memorized her coffee order and took the time to prepare a somewhat presentable version of her favorite dessert. Her sweet demeanor reached a part of his heart he thought could never be touched.

In contrast, his touch only left claw marks on her, slowly eroding the essence of the girl he had once met in Lij. His voice demanding she transform into something so different from herself. Something filled with anger and cold calculations. A girl he had polished to the point where he could see his own reflection in her.

That was something he regretted deeply. She had picked up all his broken pieces and put them back together, while he had picked her apart, fragment by fragment. And it pained him so much because he knew that Kaz Rietveld would have loved her endlessly and passionately. But he was not him; he was Kaz Brekker, the man who loved her ruinously.

“I can’t keep hurting myself—“ His voice wavered, grappling with the weight of his words, for he knew deep down that that wasn't really it. He deserved to carry the weight of his own pain, regret, and grief, but her? She deserved a life free from the turmoil that plagued him, filled instead with boundless joy and love. “I can’t keep hurting you.”

“Kaz-“

“No! I don’t want to keep hurting you.”

He couldn’t bear the thought of completely banishing her from his life. He wanted to keep her within reach, even if it meant maintaining a cautious distance. He longed to witness her laughter, as he had earlier that night, and to feel the warmth of her gaze upon him. Saints, he still yearned to know if her lips tasted like the cherries that defined her scent.

But she wasn't his anymore.

He knew her like the back of his hand, but he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that she was slipping away, morphing into a stranger. He knew every single one of her favorite locations, her preferred foods, and the ones she despised. He's keenly aware of her most ticklish spots and knows precisely when to cease the frantic movement of his fingers on her side to evade a punch to the face.

Her favorite color, her favorite type of jewelry. He knows how she washes her vegetables and how she cuts them. What pisses her off and what makes her happy. Her favorite song, and for fucks’ sake, he knows the name of her childhood cat.

But were all the things he remembered as her favorites still her favorites? He didn’t know. People change with time, their preferences constantly shifting, and he hadn't had a real conversation with her until a couple of months ago, and even then, he hadn’t asked.

The warmth of her hands squeezing his brought him back to the moment, infusing him with a sense of courage he had longed for as he summoned the strength to utter his next words, "I need to set you free, and you need to do the same for me."

“I know, but I-“ Her eyes struggled to blink away the tears, their rapid movement tugging at his heartstrings as he watched his beautiful girl fight to maintain a strong facade, a frown etching across his brow in silent pain. “I don’t want to forget you.”

He maintained the sad but soft smile on his face for a moment as he studied her expression. “Am I that easy to forget?” He finally said, his previous smile morphing into a teasing one, his playful tone carrying a mock offense as if he were truly offended.

“No.” She laughed softly, shaking her head as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “If you were, we wouldn’t be here.”

Silence enveloped them for a while as she took a moment to compose herself. As she averted her gaze from him, her hand slipped from his and moved to her cheek, wiping away the tear that had finally escaped her eye.

When her gaze returned to him, he gently took her hand back in his, feeling the warmth returning to his bare hand. “Will you forget me?”

“My love,” his body drew closer to hers, their chests almost touching as his gloved hand departed from the warm embrace of her gentle grasp. It traveled up her face tenderly, cradling her cheek with affection. “You have a place in my heart no one else could ever have.”

As a soft gasp escaped her lips in response to his words, his gaze flickered down to them, observing them part in search of words, yet none emerged. After a moment, he finally looked up to meet her eyes, only to find that, much like he had been moments ago, she was fixated on his lips. Slowly, he inched his face closer to hers.

As his face drew closer to hers, he felt the warmth of her breath on his skin, their eyes locking in silent communication, his gaze seeking permission from hers.

The nod of her head came slowly, a silent affirmation that Kaz cherished as he leaned in, closing the distance between their lips.

His shoulders dropped, tension melting away as his body relaxed, and her arms gently wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as they melted into the kiss.

He battled his inner demons for as long as possible, but when the nausea became overwhelming, he reluctantly pulled away from her. His eyes closed as he let a quiet chuckle out.

“What’s so funny?”

"Oh, nothing, love.”

She patiently waited for him to regain composure, and once he did, she waited for him to make the next move.

Tears welled up in his eyes at the prospect of forever letting go of her, yet he knew it was the right decision. With gentle determination, he reached for her hands once more.

His grip tightened briefly before releasing, lifting her hand to his lips, where he placed a tender kiss against her knuckles. As he did, he couldn't help but notice the subtle blush that graced her cheeks and the sparkle that danced in her eyes when they met his.

“Goodbye, Kaz.”

With one final, gentle squeeze of their intertwined hands, he lowered hers, savoring the all-too-familiar sensation of her skin against his for the last time before releasing her grasp.

“Take care, love.”

He stood there for a moment, his gaze fixed on her as she turned away from him. Her shoulders slumped slightly, a barely audible sad sigh escaping her lips before she began to walk away. Away from him, away from what they had once shared.

He allowed his gaze to linger on her back for a couple more seconds before he, too, turned to face the other direction, his uneven steps carrying him away from the scene as a bittersweet smile graced his lips. She did taste like cherries.

For the first time in their lives, they didn’t look back. They keep moving forward, each step a silent acknowledgment of the paths they must now walk alone.

[thedemonofcat]

Yesterday, I sought assistance in identifying the flowers adorning Jaskier's shirt in the season three trailer.

I express my gratitude to all those who provided assistance in my quest to unravel the symbolism behind the flowers. Although arriving at a definitive answer proved challenging, I have compiled a comprehensive list of the various interpretations associated with each flower. By examining these interpretations, I hope to glean valuable insights and uncover any hidden messages they may hold.

Once again, thank you to everyone who contributed their knowledge

@greeneelle

@larryhaylik

@azreal-the-lucifan

@kingaofhearts

Pale Wood violet.

Let's begin with the pale wood violet. This delicate flower holds the symbolic meanings of "Modesty" and "Humility," and it is often regarded as a representation of innocence. Traditionally, bunches of violets were exchanged as gifts for newlyweds, symbolizing their pure and humble love. Violets carry deeper symbolic associations, including faith, mystical awareness, inspiration, spiritual passion, abundance, and sovereignty. In ancient Roman culture, the violet flower was interpreted in a somber light. The deep color of the flower was seen as a reflection of spilt blood, while its soothing fragrance added a peaceful ambiance to various occasions.

Wood Phlox

Moving on to the wood phlox flowers, they are also able to carry deep symbolic meanings as well. As a symbol of unification of hearts and souls, these delightful blossoms are meant to foster harmony, unanimity, and a spirit of partnership through the blossoming process. Their significance lies in the fact that they symbolize compatibility and are associated with sweet dreams. A close clustering of the flowers in the elegant head of the plant lends the symbolism of unity and unanimity to the flower. In addition to this, there is some evidence to suggest that phlox flowers possess magical properties, particularly in the realm of friendships and relationships. It is believed to possess magical powers capable of enhancing bonds and casting spells of friendship and love. Moving on to the wood phlox flowers, they carry profound symbolic meanings. These delightful blossoms represent the unification of hearts and souls, fostering harmony, unanimity, and partnership. Their significance lies in the compatibility they symbolize and the sweet dreams they inspire. The unity and unanimity symbolism originates from the close clustering of flowers in their elegant heads. Additionally, the phloxflower is associated with magical properties, particularly in the realm of friendships and relationships. It is believed to possess enchanting powers capable of enhancing bonds and casting spells of friendship and love.

Forget me not

Now let's delve into Forget-Me-Not flowers. These delicate blooms carry a multitude of meaningful messages. Primarily, they serve as a poignant symbol of remembrance, whether in times of parting or after the passing of a loved one. Additionally, Forget-Me-Nots represent enduring connections that transcend challenges and the passage of time. This could be in the form of steadfast friendships or any other kind of unwavering loyalty one may possess. These flowers also hold the power to evoke cherished memories shared with someone special, serving as a gentle reminder of those precious moments. Moreover, Forget-Me-Nots are often bestowed upon individuals dedicated to caring for the underprivileged or disabled, further emphasizing their association with compassion and empathy.

The Thistle

Lastly is The Thistle, commonly known as the Scottish thistle and the national emblem of Scotland, holds various interpretations and legends. Although often linked to negative symbolism, it represents resilience, endurance, and the ability to overcome adversity. It symbolizes the idea that success requires overcoming obstacles, as conveyed by the Spanish proverb "He that has a good harvest must be content with some thistles." The thistle also signifies self-defense and protection, reflecting its prickly nature and cautioning against unwanted meddling. However, the thistle also embodies positive qualities such as bravery, independence, and the fierce spirit of Scotland. Its sharp prickles serve as a reminder that strength and beauty can coexist, highlighting the Scottish people's resilience and determination.

[scented-euphoria]

Vera Beauvais (Perfumer) “Hello, my name is Vera Beauvais. Welcome to Beauvais Perfume Company. Feel free to browse, I have scents for anything you could possibly need.”

OOC STUFF BELOW:

Name: Vera Beauvais

Codename: Perfumer

Ability Name:

"Perfumed Reverie"

Age: 27

Affiliation: XY, Beauvais Perfume Company

Ability Description:

Perfumed Reverie allows Vera to manipulate and control the effects of fragrances in a unique and powerful way. Her ability includes:

1. Sensory Enhancement: Vera can enhance the sensory impact of any fragrance, making it potent enough to alter perceptions or evoke strong emotional responses. For instance, she can make a scent so captivating that it entrances those who smell it, causing them to become deeply absorbed in their own thoughts or feelings.

2. Emotional Manipulation: By adjusting the components of her perfumes, Vera can induce specific emotions in those who experience them. She can create scents that inspire calm, joy, fear, or sadness, making her perfumes not just luxurious but also emotionally influential.

3. Illusory Scents: Vera can generate scents that do not exist in reality, creating illusions that can deceive or distract. For example, she might use an illusory scent to make someone believe they are in a different environment or to mask another, more dangerous smell.

4. Memorial Fragrance: Vera’s perfumes can trigger vivid memories or emotional states associated with past experiences. She can use this ability to help clients revisit forgotten moments or manipulate someone's memories for strategic purposes.

Downsides: If she uses too many scents at a time or too many stronger ones, she will suffer from a bad headache.

Personality: Vera is refined, ambitious, and perceptive. Her dedication to her craft drives her to seek perfection in every aspect of her work. She is both charming and aloof, with little patience for those she perceives as insincere or superficial. Her keen sense of smell and emotional intelligence make her both an exceptional perfumer and a shrewd strategist in navigating the complexities of high society and beyond.

EXTRA:

Mod: @onionhaseyeojin

ONESHOTS AND MORE:

Backstory The Night of Vera’s Death

[mari-lair]

(part 1)

While still not appetizing, the sparkly potion was the least monstrous of the bunch, and Akane didn't want to risk becoming a mindless beast. He popped open the glitter potion, being greeted by a flowery fragrance that hid a deceivingly spicy flavor.

Akane coughed, his body rejecting the potion, but what little he swallowed was enough: It burned him like a fever, and his chest felt too tight. He was on the verge of panicking when Sumire cut the back of his shirt, stopping the pain and freeing wings that grew unnaturally fast from his shoulder blades. Akane barely noticed it, distracted by the way his heartbeat was inhumanly fast and all his senses keep growing stronger far too fast, his enhanced hearing hurting.

"There there, no need to fret. Everyone loves fairies." Sumire cooed after he calmed down, keeping her voice quiet as she fetched a cracked mirror "Just look at yourself, so fragile and pitiful, isn't it lovely?"

Akane can recognize the creature as himself but it still makes him feel... wrong.

"But beware, Akane-kun... Not being feared have its downsides. Most monsters would die to have you as a meal, and humans will want to use you. Your magic may be powerful, but you're defenseless without it." Sumire stretched his wings, humming "Even your pretty wings can't fly without magic, so watch your tongue: The more you lie, the more magic you'll lose. Avoid big cities, I promise you'll find it rather unplesant~"

Akane writes down what he is told when Sumire insists he should never forget it, listening to her advice again with more focus and reluctantly thanking her when she also provides supplies for his journey, visibly excited for him.

"I'm glad to be of help! but my services aren't cheap~" Sumire smirked, poking his forehead "I am a hopeless romantic, so I'll take your memories of your Aoi-chan as payment. Good luck, Akane-kun."

.

Akane wakes up on a barren field at the bottom of the cliff near his home. His head is a mess and there is a hollowness in his heart despite how overwhelming everything felt. He freaks out at the realization he is no longer human and at the very strong feeling that he should do something, what exactly he doesn't know. It makes him nervous.

He has a map that leads him to a mysterious place far away, something in his heart tells him to follow it. He also has traveling supplies, a journal with notes on places some girl named Aoi could be, and recent pages with info on fairies.

(part 3)

[digitalgirlguide]

Kimmy’s Digital Diary: I owe it to myself to be the best version of me possible

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

As we step into the new year of 2024, I think to myself ‘what can I do differently in 2024?’ I’m not one to sit on my hands and wait until a new year started to make changes to my life but I would be lying if I didn't say that the sparkle surrounding the prospect of being an entirely new person in january while reflecting on the year in december didn’t excite me. I’ve been taking my vitamins, getting my ass in the gym, solidifying my beauty routines and trying to become an all around ‘it girl’. BUT it's time to wholeheartedly embrace the essence of the 'it girl era' with even more aggression and tenacity than before. Being mediocre has never been in my cards and I want so much out of this life that I have to do more.

The Enchantment of Your Signature Beauty Routine

The first thing I had to get right was my natural look. My go-to ‘If i have 5 minutes to be outside can I I do it?’ signature makeup look. And this is from someone who just started learning about makeup in 2016…where we did full faces and the thickest eyebrows possible. I had to think about what I wanted my staples to be that would always be in my collection. Now I’m a girl who likes a nice dewy look and whenever I wear makeup people don't even know I’m wearing it!

Think of makeup not merely as a beauty enhancer, but as a canvas for self-expression. Whether you resonate with the 'less is more' philosophy, cherishing a dewy no-makeup makeup look, or you're a glamour enthusiast who wouldn't part with her winged eyeliner for anything, your makeup style is an extension of your identity.

My personal go-tos for my 10 minute routine

FOUNDATION:

Sacha Cosmetics Cream to Powder Foundation- Perfect Spice

e.l.f halow glow liquid filter - 6 tan/deep warm

CONCEALER

e.l.f hydrating camo concealer - medium peach

BLUSH

sacha cosmetics powder blush - claret

SETTING POWDER

sacha cosmetics buttercup setting powder

SETTING SPRAY

urban decay all nighter

Yet, the magic doesn't end there. Scents have an enchanting ability to stir emotions and weave memories. Do you find joy in the freshness of citrus, the elegance of roses, or does the warm, comforting aroma of vanilla speak to your soul? Discovering your signature scent is like leaving traces of your personal brand in every room you enter.

And do not forget to LAYER YOUR FRAGRANCES GIRL.

From the shower gel, to the body lotion to the perfume combinations. Make sure your notes match to create a custom signature scent that will have everybody asking you what fragrance you’re wearing. But we all know, pretty girls don’t share those combinations.

And then, there's your unique style. Whether it aligns with classic chic, boho vibes, or the boldness of street style, your fashion choices should resonate with your personality and instill a sense of empowerment within you.

You don’t have to conform to Tiktok niches but you can mix and match those styles until you get one that feels authentic to YOU. Remember, it’s better to have your own aesthetic than trying to keep up with trends that don't match your personality.

Goal-Getting: Your Moment is Now

Let's shift gears and talk about pursuing your aspirations with unyielding determination. It's the perfect time to outline major goals for the first quarter of the year. Dreaming of launching your own business? Let's sketch out the plan. Eyeing that well-deserved promotion? Let's craft the path towards it. This is undeniably your year, your time to radiate brilliance. Always remember, every achievement begins with the courage to take that first step.

Here are a few tips to staying on top of your studies in 2024:

Use the pomodoro method - its much easier to break things down into smaller chunks than sitting down for hours studying

Invest in cute study supplies (trust me it makes a difference)

Set a study schedule and stick to it

Practice ‘recall’

Have a study scent - to help with recall. Memories are triggered by scent!

Mind and Body Wellness: Embrace Strength Training and Pilates

Exercise is more than sculpting the perfect physique; it's about decluttering your mind and discovering the incredible strength within. Introducing workouts like strength training and Pilates into your routine can be truly transformative.

Strength training empowers you, fostering a sense of strength and capability, and guess what? It contributes to maintaining a harmonious metabolism. On the other hand, Pilates transcends physical fitness; it's an intricate dance between mind and body. Improving flexibility, posture, and even mental wellness, Pilates is a holistic embrace of your well-being.

Let's get into it, The Action Steps

Here's your glow-up game plan:

Curate a beauty regimen that is an authentic reflection of YOU. Remember, it's not about following trends; it's about celebrating what makes YOU feel stunning.

Chart out ambitious goals for Q1. Break them down into manageable tasks and start the journey towards realizing them. Your dreams are deserving of your pursuit.

Infuse strength training and Pilates into your fitness routine. Your body and mind will express gratitude for the nurturing care.

Remember, the path to becoming the best version of yourself is a steady journey, not a hurried sprint. Take each step with intention, celebrate every small victory, and, most importantly, embrace your unique beauty and strength. Here's to a luminous and confident 2024 ✨

[stardewspellshed]

Stardew Correspondences: Summer

Foraging

Grape (can also be grown during fall)- intoxication, infatuation, abundance, prosperity.

Spiceberry- acceleration, aggression

Sweet Pea- calm, peace, serenity, fragrance (figurative). Could be used in a literal sense to invoke effects from spells that you would cast with perfume in a physical setting.

Crops

Blueberry- multiplication, abundance, wealth.

Corn (can also be grown in fall)- longevity, endurance

Hops- glamour ingredients, intoxication, dependence

Hot Pepper- intensity, acceleration, a spark. Power enhancer for spells in general.

Melon- luxury, abundance, happiness, contentment.

Poppy- sleep, intoxication, death.

Radish- absorbing energy. Useful in storing power for wards, absorbing baneful magic, etc.

Red Cabbage- awakenings, seeing the true nature of things, breaking illusions/glamours/bindings, etc.

Summer Spangle- energy, vigor, excitement

Sunflower (can also be grown in fall)- sustainability, continuations, seeking positivity. Can be used to represent the sun.

Tomato- hatred, loathing, detestation, repulsion.

Wheat (can also be grown in fall)- an abundance, blessings, may you never be hungry literally or emotionally. Can be used to represent the element of earth.

Fishing

Catfish (in Secret Woods pond, can also be found in spring, fall)- storms both literal and emotional,depression, misery, drowning in sorrow. Useful for cursing and storm magic.

Dorado- representation of the season of summer itself.

Flounder (also found in spring)- unusual solutions, thinking outside the box

Halibut (also found in spring, winter)- to see the truth, to cut through artifice or glamours

Octopus- intelligence, awareness, sociability, cleverness

Pike (also found in winter)- irritant, annoyance

Pufferfish- don't touch that, repellent, barrier

Rainbow Trout- pride, enthusiasm

Red Mullet (also found in winter)- domesticity, companionship, close bonds

Red Snapper (also found in spring, can spawn while using a Rain Totem in winter)- childhood memories, nostalgia, comfort in the past

Shad (also found in spring, winter)- changeability, malleability, to manipulate the odds in your favor

Sturgeon (can also be found in winter with use of Rain Totem)- luxury, wealth, abundance, success after a struggle

Sunfish (also found in spring)- drawing things in, accessibility, easing burdens

Super Cucumber (also found in fall, in night market submarine)- magic, magical power, magical inspiration. Best used as an ingredient to strengthen other spells, or kept on hand while trying to create a spell.

Tilapia (also found in spring)- taking time to restore yourself, vacations/staycations, relaxation

Tuna (also found in winter)- being noticed, impactful first impressions, someone with a large personality.

Crimsonfish- dignity, nobility, putting on airs. Could perhaps be used to represent. a pompous person in specific situations.

[galaxyedging]

Din Djarin x f!reader

WC:720

Siren

Warnings: descriptions of nudity. Allusions to smut.

Din stretched back into the infinite abyss at the back of his mind. Filled with long forgotten names, tidbits of information, lost words that accompanied melodies that would occasionally slip into his consciousness to annoy him.

Siren.

That's what the word was. He succeed in fishing it from the depths. Ever planet had their own folk law of mythical creatures. Beasts and ghouls made up to scare. Accompanied by cautionary tales of those that hadn't heed the warnings. Some times those otherworldly creatures took the forms of beautiful women. To punish the unfaithful or wicked. To take little children who wandered too far from home. Or in this case to capture men lulled into a stupor by their enticing song.

Despite their heaviness his footfalls didn't make a sound on the the thick carpet. Everything in the room, that was their temporary home, was plush. Each element picked to scream luxury and comfort. Even the walls were padded with panels. The deep mattress silently adsorbed the weight of his helmet as he discarded it. The only sounds were the sweet melody escaping the lips of his siren and the tinkling of water being poured. Edging closer she came into view.

The bath she sat in was as opulent as the rest of the suite. Deep enough to cover over his hips if he stood in the middle of it. Large enough to sit six people comfortably. Which wouldn't be an odd occurrence in this particular place. The tub itself was gleaming white. Gold taps and details enhanced it. Slabs of precious gems lined one side, water shimmered, reflecting their colours as it ran down them into the pooled water causing more steam to rise. The steam gave the room the impression of hazy illusion. It added to suspicion that he might be dreaming. That the beautiful vision before him was the result of his hopeful imagination.

He stilled completely, not willing to jar himself out of this dream. He watches as she sat at the shallow edge. The water covering her lower half as she laddled water over her bare chest and shoulders. Every inch of her exposed skin glistened. Her long, thick hair was piled on top of her head. The odd strand hung down, curling slightly. He longed to bury his fingers in the silk of it. To hear her hum as massaged any tension away. His eyes followed the water down her body. Down over her soft breasts. The memory of caressing them weighed heavy in his palms. His fingers twitched in his gloves. The scent of her joined her voice on the breeze. Her natural fragrance was always so sweet. Tonight, it was all enhanced by exotic floral scents. Her scent was always intoxicating to him. Her hair, her skin, even her sweat when she was worked up beneath him. The incredible aroma of her arousal as he buried his face between her legs.

In a room created to convey wealth and luxury, she was the most opulent thing in there. Her body, soft and yielding. Ever curve inviting. Ever inch of her skin smooth, whether bare or covered with hair.

Her full lips turned up in coy smile as she dipped below the shimmering water resurfacing closer to him. Positioning herself to get the best view. Of all the ways she had luxuriated in today this was by far the most lavish.

For a Mandalorian, removing armour was done with reverence. His gloves were removed first. Thick, strong, nimble fingers went to work, removing each piece. His fingertips skimmed the exquisitely crafted beskar before placing it gently on the marble counter. The leather of his suspenders creaked slightly under the pull of his thumbs as he slid them off of his broad shoulders. His flight suit dropped away from his upper body, revealing his tawny skin. His muscles, hard earned from years of training and relentless hunting, flexed as he removed the suit from his legs. A knowing smile graced his his lips, before he removed his underwear. His interest in her clearly showing as he stepped down into the water. She hummed a sweet melody in approval as he took her in his arms. If she really were a siren, he would be more than happy to be pulled down into her depths.

Tags @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @quica-quica-quica @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @graciexmarvel @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass

[kannaujheaven]

Exploring Tobacco Perfume Notes: From Sweet and Earthy to Smoky and Spicy

Uncovering Tobacco Perfume Essence

Immerse yourself in the enchanting world of fragrances with Kannauj Heaven's exquisite collection. Experience the heavenly scents that evoke emotions and memories, transcending time and space. Discover your signature scent today!

Check out our website for a variety of special fragrance collections that are one-of-a-kind.

Discovering the Aromas of Tobacco Perfume

The scent of tobacco is captured in tobacco perfume, which represents the long and meaningful history of smoking. 

This type of perfume is made from the leaves of Nicotiana tabacum and Nicotiana rustica plants.

 Throughout the centuries, the appeal of tobacco in fragrances has not waned, as its alluring and intricate scent continues to captivate those who wear it.

The Sweet and Earthy Essence of Tobacco:

Tobacco fragrance emanates a sweet and earthy essence that brings to mind tobacco fields basking in the sun and fertile soil.

The scent begins with a burst of sweetness, blending creamy vanilla, decadent cocoa, and caramelized sugar to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Alongside this sweetness are earthy undertones that conjure up images of rolling hills and verdant landscapes, anchoring the fragrance in the bounty of nature.

Exploring the Smoky Nuances of Tobacco:

The smoky tones gradually unfold, interlacing to form a rich and fascinating aroma. 

As if carried by the smoke rising from a blazing hearth, these fragrances take you to the cozy nights spent with dear ones, enveloped in warm and comforting companionship.

The scents of burnt wood, roasted nuts, and soft leather blend together to produce an inviting and recognizable experience, encouraging reflection and friendship.

Exploring the Bold Flavors of Tobacco: 

Aromatic spices ignite the senses with their intense fragrance, creating a rich and layered experience. Cinnamon, clove, and pepper infuse tobacco scents with a subtle warmth and zesty kick, enriching its complexity and allure. 

Learn more: Tobacco in Fragrance: A Journey Through Scents and Sensations

Navigating the Scent Palette of Tobacco Perfume

Tobacco Perfume: An Enduring Elixir of Class: 

The seamless blend of sweet, earthy, smoky, and spicy fragrances makes tobacco perfume a timeless elixir of sophistication and refinement.

Discover the Enchantment of Tobacco Perfume: 

Take a sensory voyage and plunge into the enchantment of tobacco perfume, where every note narrates a story of allure and sophistication. 

Introducing Tobacco Perfume into Your Daily Routine:

Enhance your daily routine with tobacco perfume to your fragrance collection. Embrace the captivating scent that will uplift your mood and elevate your aura. 

Apply to pulse points for optimal effect and revel in the lingering aroma as it transforms throughout the day, adapting seamlessly to any environment or occasion.

Embarking on a Fragrant Journey with Tobacco Perfume

The fragrance of tobacco perfume is an ageless fascination that exudes sophistication and charisma in each scent. Starting with a mix of sweet and earthy tones and ending with smoky and spicy undertones, it provides an unmatched sensory adventure. Allow yourself to be enchanted by the captivating aroma of tobacco perfume and be transported to a world of grace and refinement.

If you are looking to explore a variety of fragrances that evoke emotions and memories, Kannauj Heaven is the perfect destination. Delight in the heavenly fragrances they have to offer and discover your ideal scent today.

[conjuremanj]

Incense In Your Magical Practice.

Fragrances are designed to affect our mood and incense gives us the sweet opportunity to harness this vitality. Coming in different forms of sticks, or cones or raw materials, herbal, powdered the principles remain the same. When you burn incense, you are aligning yourself with the ancient traditions of our ancestors (something to think about next time you light your favourite stick).

Finding the right scent to heal and rejuvenate, to calm, to help stress or to enhance the energy in a room or to purify a space same as crystals and this can be easy.

It can cleanse the air as well as life force energy's. Scents conjure up memories and thoughts and are wondrous in their ability to effect mood change. (The scent of incense is also believed to plant seeds of thought and inspire positive change.)

Incense is the one thing that is correct as far as spiritual workings goes. Incense can help change the outcome of something, but it's normally used with your workings.

These are great to be used with your offerings. It helps bring the spirit to you. Incense attract the energy of something that you may desire or it can repel things like health problems..

You can burn incense any time that's what's great about it. But in my opinion burning them with a working is the most effective way.

Now there are many different types of incense and they can come in different forms like sage, dragon's blood, Palo sticks, frankincense and myrrh (check smudging and Incense on a previous post) and these can come in different forms (naturally picked) or powdered form, or stick. It doesn't matter which you use because your ansestors used both plant base and powdered. The incense it self doesn't have magical properties but what it does do is attracts certain types of energies and or entities.

Now again; I mentioned incense draws things to you so when you use things like sage which is another type of Incense and you burn it, that doesn't mean that it will get rid of bad energies, it might work on one spirit but not another, my point is that when your doing a working and useing Incense do your research and find the right one.

[amityalvarez]

Design and Discover Unique Candle

In today's bustling world, creating a sanctuary of peace and comfort in our living spaces has never been more important. Candles, with their gentle glow and soothing scents, play a pivotal role in this quest for tranquillity and ambience. The market is flooded with countless candle brands, each promising a unique sensory experience.

But for those seeking a more personal touch, the emerging trend of designing candles online offers an enticing avenue to creativity. This article embarks on a journey through the enchanting world of top candle brands and the innovative realm of custom candle design online.

The Enchanting World of Candle Brands

The Rise of Artisanal Candles

The allure of artisanal candles lies in their uniqueness and commitment to quality. Unlike mass-produced counterparts, these candles often use natural waxes, such as soy or beeswax, and are infused with complex, pure essential oil blends. Artisanal candle brands prioritize sustainability, from eco-friendly wax to recyclable packaging, making them a favourite among environmentally conscious consumers.

Benefits of Quality Candles

Investing in high-quality candles means enjoying longer burn times, a cleaner burn with fewer soot emissions, and the absence of toxic byproducts. Moreover, quality candles often feature more nuanced, layered scents that are designed to unfold slowly, enveloping your space in a fragrance that enhances your mood or complements the occasion.

Spotlight on Popular Candle Brands

Brands like Diptyque, Jo Malone, Yankee Candle and Innerfyre Co have set the benchmark in the candle industry. Diptyque is celebrated for its luxurious fragrances and chic Parisian heritage, Jo Malone for its elegant, customizable scent combinations, Yankee Candle for its vast range of scents and accessibility and Innerfyre Co is well known for its eco-conscious candle brands.

Each brand offers something unique, from the depth of their fragrances to the beauty of their presentation.

Unleash Your Creativity by Designing Candles Online

The Appeal of Custom Candles

The trend towards customizing personal items has reached the candle market, allowing individuals to express their creativity and create products that perfectly suit their preferences. Whether it's for personal use, a thoughtful gift, or event favours, designing candles online adds a personal touch that mass-produced items cannot match.

How to Design Candles Online

Designing your candle is a simple yet rewarding process. You can grab your own candle-making kits online or at the nearest available store.

Start by choosing your base wax—soy wax is popular for its clean burn and environmental friendliness.

Next, select your scent; essential oils can add a therapeutic dimension to your candle, whether you're seeking relaxation, an energy boost, or a memory trigger.

Finally, choose your colour and container, keeping in mind the decor of the space where the candle will be used.

Tips for Designing Your Candle

When creating your candle, consider the mood you want to evoke. For relaxation, lavender or chamomile scents are perfect; for a refreshing atmosphere, citrus or mint may be ideal. Think about the colour psychology—soft blues and greens for calm, vibrant reds and oranges for energy. And remember, the container is part of the experience; select one that complements your space and can be repurposed later.

The Added Value of Essential Oils in Candles

Synergy Between Candles and Essential Oils

Candles infused with essential oils do more than just smell good; they offer therapeutic benefits that can enhance your wellbeing. The right blend can aid in stress relief, improve sleep quality, and even boost your mood. This synergy between the visual and olfactory senses can transform any room into a haven of peace or a vibrant space of energy and creativity.

Best Essential Oils for Candles

For those seeking relaxation, lavender and chamomile are unmatched. Peppermint and eucalyptus can clear your mind and invigorate your senses. For a cosy, comforting atmosphere, vanilla and cinnamon are perfect. Incorporating these oils into your custom-designed candles ensures a product that's not only beautiful to look at but also beneficial to your well-being.

The world of candles offers an endless spectrum of possibilities, from exploring the exquisite offerings of top candle brands to diving into the creative process of designing your candles online.

Whether you're drawn to the artisanal charm of established brands or the personalized touch of a custom-made candle, there's a perfect candle out there for every space, mood, and occasion.

[prismatic-skies]

This new original VMT custom fragrance & essential oil blend is part of 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐆:

1

𝐖𝐀𝐗:

Soy

Paraffin

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃:

Wax | Fragrance Oils | Essential Oils | Mica Powder | Glitter

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

Pure Peach | Pure Jasmine | Woods | Green Notes

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒚...

The scent of fresh peaches, including the essential oils, is believed to have a connection of enhancing memory as well as concentration. The sweet & fruity scent of peaches often evokes the sense of youthfulness and playfulness which creates these happy memories, while it gives you the boost of energy for concentration.

The scent creates warmth, comfort, and nostalgia.

The floral aroma of jasmine is believed to reduce stress & anxiety, uplift the spirits, brings good luck & blessings, boost confidence & release inner inhibitions, transcend physical love, and shoot you to higher realms.

The jasmine flower is also a symbol of deep significance throughout many cultures, symbolizing divine love, purity of the soul, and spiritual awakening.

This scent creates relaxation, enhances your mood, behavioural arousal such as feelings of joy, love, & romance as well as alleviates anxiety.

𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐒, colors, designs, & patterns 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 vary.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐬 - 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐬 - 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲

RELEASE: June 2024

[freshroseforeveryone]

Celebrate Every Moment with Fresh Flowers for Everyone

Introduction:

Fresh flowers have a unique ability to brighten up any occasion, transforming ordinary moments into extraordinary memories. Whether it's a birthday, anniversary, graduation, or simply a gesture of love and appreciation, the presence of vibrant blooms adds joy and beauty to every celebration. In this blog, we delve into the enchanting world of fresh flowers and explore how they bring happiness to everyone, no matter the occasion.

The Beauty of Fresh Flowers:

There's something magical about the sight of a bouquet of fresh flowers. Their colors, shapes, and fragrances captivate the senses, creating a sensory experience like no other. From the delicate petals of roses to the cheerful blooms of sunflowers, each flower carries its own unique charm and symbolism. Whether it's the romantic allure of red roses or the innocence of daisies, there's a flower for every sentiment and emotion.

Expressing Love and Affection:

Fresh flowers have long been associated with expressions of love and affection. A bouquet of roses conveys passion and romance, while a bunch of lilies symbolizes purity and devotion. Whether you're celebrating an anniversary with your significant other or expressing gratitude to a dear friend, fresh flowers offer a heartfelt way to convey your emotions. Their beauty serves as a visual reminder of the love and care you hold for the recipient.

Adding Elegance to Special Occasions:

No celebration is complete without the presence of fresh flowers. Whether it's a wedding, a baby shower, or a graduation ceremony, blooms play a crucial role in adding elegance and charm to the event. From elaborate floral arrangements adorning tables to delicate corsages and boutonnieres, flowers infuse a sense of sophistication and style into any occasion. They serve as natural décor, enhancing the ambiance and creating a memorable atmosphere for guests to enjoy.

Bringing Comfort in Times of Sorrow:

In moments of sadness and loss, fresh flowers offer solace and comfort to those who are grieving. Sympathy flowers express condolences and provide a source of support to friends and family members during difficult times. Their gentle beauty serves as a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there is still beauty and hope to be found. Whether it's a simple bouquet of white lilies or a peaceful arrangement of pastel blooms, flowers offer a gesture of compassion and empathy to those in need.

Spreading Joy and Happiness:

Beyond formal occasions, fresh flowers have the power to bring joy and happiness to everyday life. A surprise bouquet delivered to a loved one's doorstep can brighten their day and lift their spirits. Whether it's a random act of kindness or a thoughtful gesture to show appreciation, flowers have a way of spreading happiness wherever they go. Their simple beauty serves as a reminder to pause, appreciate the present moment, and find joy in the little things.

Conclusion:

Fresh flowers have a universal appeal that transcends cultures, languages, and borders. They speak the language of love, joy, and celebration, enriching our lives in countless ways. Whether it's a bouquet of roses for a romantic anniversary or a colorful arrangement for a birthday celebration, flowers have the power to make every moment special. So let's embrace the beauty of fresh flowers and celebrate life's precious moments with love, laughter, and a touch of floral magic.