#australian sandalwood

[parfumery-wiki]

Soul of My Soul (eau de parfum) Etat Libre D’Orange

Amber

In One Thousand and One Nights, there is this wonderful expression for addressing a loved one: to say “soul of my soul,” signifying the emptiness of living without one's love.

  I remember Aladdin's warm voice - crackling out of a record player on a 45 rpm - speaking to Badroulboudour.  He calls her "my princess, soul of my soul." I was 7 years old at the time, and I asked my mother for the meaning of soul.

 She replied, "There is no single definition. It is an invisible presence that links us to the divine, a little like the Vanilla trail of the perfume that you want to follow. The soul travels to infinity in space and time and connects us to the whole. It is a fragment of that which is beautiful and perfect in each of us, that returns us to heaven and remains on earth when we disappear. Perfume continues the presence of this fragment, and the soul proceeds in the same way."

A few years later, through the sustained reading of One Thousand and One Nights, I learned that the relationship to the body is nothing without a relationship to the soul, though for some, sensuality seemed to be an excellent substitute for the soul. To embrace each other could be an innovative way of instilling in each other a drop of the white and cosmic soul that flowed into the primordial ocean before the world came into being.

 We have here a perfume that speaks of the fire-god of Persia and the gods of India, the worship of offerings, Mesopotamia, milk and clarified butter to honor the gods. And to remember, by a wake in the air, the foaming whiteness of the soul that comes from everything. Here, perfume is soul, soul is perfume. A creamy explosion, where musk intermingles with iris butter and transmits the powerful balm of vanilla, followed by the friction of Tonka against benzoin.

By the musk I remain.

Top notes: Italian bergamot, Incense, Pink peppercorn Heart notes: Orris butter, Rose, Suede Base notes: Australian sandalwood, Georgywood, Madagascar vanilla

[kkginfo]

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[monzamash]

one of my kind — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 1.6k summary – getting high with daniel. warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language, drug references) a/n – yay for the first instalment of the mm2k celebratioooon! shout out to the anon who sent this idea to me ages ago and to @percervall and another anon for sending me in prompts for daniel – love ya's!

It always ended like this – a web of tangled limbs, throats burning, tongues stoking the desire simmering somewhere deep within that was never set alight anywhere else, with anyone else. It was only ever a glance, knowingly across a room; catching bloodshot eyes and sending the signal. You both knew what you were doing, patiently waiting for the opportunity rarely given; supposedly distantly linked through mates, barely friends. Secretly fucking.

At every chance.

Too often for acquaintances.

But he had you floating in his cloud; covered in flames from the moment you walked in the room – dizzy from the promise of having him caught in yours. It was hypnotic the way you floated his way, natural; desperate to breathe in the sweet mix of spiced sandalwood and pot that was fused into your senses for the rest of time, giving you a fix that crawled across your skin; etched in your memory.

“How are ya?” He asked so nonchalant, so easy; as if he hadn’t been thinking about this since the moment you left his apartment in Los Angles weeks ago.

“Good, Daniel,” And desperately craving you, “How are you?”

The small talk was an act for your friends, for the people watching Daniel like a hawk – hidden in plain sight. It always began this way, pretence before the real show, before you snuck off to a quiet place – a bed, a couch or most often a bathroom, squeezed between a cold, chipping wall and the man who had you whimpering, begging to be touched.

It hasn’t been that long, he teased with no leg to stand on, sat back on a chaise lounge that had seen better days. Sunken and worn from the years of battering, witness to each cardinal sin – ruined like you were about to be. Daniel was hard to the touch when your fingertips traced the front of his pants, concealing the one thing that already had your eyes rolling, bewildered by the slurred promise whispered through his pearly smile.

“If you’re quiet, I can give you all of it, baby. None of this foreplay shit; the real deal. A promise that caused a chill to creep down your spine, fingers grasping every stitch of shirt between your thumping chests, nicotine lingering on your lips, his stained with your ruby red lipstick.

“Then don’t just sit there.”

You were impatiently standing between his knees, peering down through your lashes, fluttering and praying your desperation was endearing, not pathetic – attitude a plenty. And from the way Daniel leaned forward, grinning like a Cheshire cat and practically foaming at the mouth, you knew it was working. Intoxication and lust swirled into a cloud of arousal. Hormones hurried and sparks flying, cracking into the darkness and blowing away in the wind.

Fleeting. Temporary. A fix.

Daniel hiked up your skirt that had him plotting this moment from the second you walked through the door, laced panties barely covering any part of your pussy. As your thick thighs clenched his feverish hand, you needed his lips. A kiss from the devil in disguise, your kryptonite incarnate. Laid back, lazy smile, slurred Australian accent egging on your high as your hips rocked, separated from your mind.

“Use my thigh,” Daniel whispered, hoarse and gruff – a lump in his throat rivalling the one caged by the denim beneath.

“You’ve been looking at it all night anyways, haven’t ya?”

His suggestion caused a rippling moan to tumble, stifled by his thick neck you’d found yourself nuzzled into, sighing and moaning – messier than you would ever like to be with someone as majestic as Daniel. “I asked you a question.”

A hum was all you could manage, eyes closed as the high from the pipe you’d taken a hit from finally washed over you. That warm fuzzy feeling burning from your toes to the tips of your ears, a smile slowly slipping across your lips when you emerged from Daniel’s slick neck, pupils dark and blown out.

“But you promised it all, Danny.”

He laughed lowly, amused by the sweetness in your voice while your eyes told a different story entirely. He wanted you just as bad, cock twitching at the sound of your softly spoken words. Enamoured by your lazy movements, lapping against his dick, stiff beyond comprehension.

But of course you complied, desperately chasing some kind of release from the tension gathering in your stomach. Deeply entrenched and only awakened by the man guiding your sensitive clit against his tensed thigh. You’d never done this before, shamelessly gotten yourself off like this. It felt vulnerable when you dared to open your eyes, big brown doe ones staring back at you in awe.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Daniel doubled down, “Like, so sexy, I can’t cope.”

Your soft giggle escaped, causing his dimpled cheeks to deepen and hands to grip your bruising hips that little bit tighter, rocking you raw back and forth, angling you to the shape of his muscular thigh. Languidly building to the promise land, a string of moans lost to the quiet room. The only sounds were the soft hum of house music, clanking of glass bottles and your soft, silken cunt colliding with tanned, tattooed skin. Coming undone.

“I’ve been wondering what it feels like…” You huffed with stray hair sticking to your warm skin, hands desperately gripping Daniel’s strong shoulders and pulling yourself from his glistening skin.

“Like what feels like?”

All of this. All of you.

"Fucking you high."

"And?" Daniel asked, eyebrow quirked waiting for the verdict.

"So hot. Maybe too hot."

He hummed in agreement, tongue quickly swiping across his swollen lips, "Probably should be criminal." "I think it still is in some states..." You quipped, earning a genuine laugh from the man below. Enamoured by every thing you do.

Daniel peeled you apart, knees anchored beside his hips while you lined him up between your slick thighs, drenched with the thought of having him filling your tight hole. Finally, you muttered on your descent, feeling every curve, every bump, snug by your walls as you sunk down to his pelvis. A soft bated breath hitched beside your ear, husky and deep when you snapped your punishing hips, painfully perfect in every way. Sighing in synchronicity.

“Don’t tease.”

He loved to say things like that, a taunt for you to do exactly the opposite. A challenge to the finish line, racing for another kind of high – one that didn’t involve filling your lungs with smoke but just as dizzying. Daniel reached for the ashtray sitting on the arm of the lounge beside you, joint securely placed there while he attended to your needs.

And needy you were.

He placed the laxly rolled stick between his slightly parted lips, eyes never leaving yours as he took a drag and watched your neck turn a deep red. He loved you like this, pretty and wrecked because of him. Stealing the pleasure, taking what you wanted, taking over him. All of him, no inch left untouched. He swore he had died and gone to heaven when you snatched the joint from his mouth and placed it between your loose lips, sucking in the high and blowing it back into his face, smirk plastered across blushed cheeks while you watched his eyes close in aroused frustration.

“I’m gonna bust if you do shit like that,” He whispered, barely cracking a smile but you could see it. Subtle and just for you.

“Do it,” You pushed, “Come for me. Come inside me.”

Daniel looked up this time, a wicked laugh slipping past gritted teeth. He was trying to hold on, he was a gentleman after all – even if he was higher than a kite. But you looked like an angel fucking his dick; hands planted on his beating chest, tits bouncing under a shirt that was as sinful as the act itself. Thin and white, pert and fucking glorious. You were something else.

“You don’t want that mess, pretty girl. As much as it kills me to knock back that offer...” Daniel looked like a man tortured. Bitterly disappointed with the words leaving his own mouth as you sat back and rutted on his cock, egging him on just a little further until he grasped your arse in his palm, fingernails digging and making you wince, in pleasure and pain.

“Fine,” You huffed, eyes rolling, “Mouth?”

It was a simple question and it didn’t take long until you were swallowing the answer with teary eyes and the taste of him on your tongue. You loved it, really you did, watching him come undone, uncensored and on your knees – a front row seat. And of course Daniel made sure you got your fix with his mouth almost immediately attached to your cunt, making sure every single last drop was extracted before he came up for air – his stubbled chin glistening with the taste of you.

“You remind me of that INXS song,” He mumbled as you sat tangled together on the beaten up lounge, revelling in the brief silence before facing reality and sinking further into its secret-fuelled depths .

And seemingly into uncharted territory.

“Which one?”

The nest of curls on Daniel’s head brushed against the back of the lounge, smile lazy as he scanned your tired bloodshot eyes, “Need you tonight. You know, the sexy one?”

Your smile was coy, face burning again, “I’m familiar.”

“That’s a bitta’ you, I reckon.” His smirk grew larger the longer he watched you crumble and recoil from his stare, begrudgingly smitten.

It made sense for it to be your song. Steamy, sultry, frisky – sex almost always imminent when you found yourselves alone. Depraved and deprived, a dangerous cocktail of bad judgement. Is it a mistake if it happens more than once? More than a handful of times?

Or worse – what if it never stops?

“We’re cut from the same cloth, me and you,” He whispered, kiss pressed to your temple.

“You're one of my kind."

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[fatehbaz]

[T]he modern environmental history of sandalwood (a widely-accepted 16 species of fragrant trees within the genus Santalum including the species Santalum album [...]) [...] [is] a history defined by anthropogenic impact endangering the genus across its range. [...] Selling at about $147,000 per metric ton, the aromatic heartwood of Indian sandalwood (S. album) is [among] [...] the most expensive wood in the world. Globally, 90 per cent of the world’s S. album comes from India [...]. [T]he species came to the brink of extinction [...]. [I]t is not until 1974 that supply of the most valuable species of sandalwood was depleted in the major sandal-bearing region of India. [...] Part of the difference, then, lies in each region’s history of governance and relationship to the market.

Islands [in the Pacific] abruptly brought into the modern world system were quickly overexploited, whereas areas such as southern India [...], which had [...] been centres of world sandalwood trade since at least the eleventh century, managed to negotiate the pressures of the European trading companies and forest bureaucracies in the nineteenth century. [...] In contrast [...], much of the Pacific was introduced to the international market by sandalwood traders who moved from one island to the next harvesting the tree until there was no more left to harvest. India and Timor had been the sole suppliers of sandalwood to the world market until the late eighteenth century.

While there had long been a world market for S. album, at the end of the eighteenth century European, American and Australian merchants tried to take control of the sandalwood trade by selling newly discovered Pacific species of sandalwood to China. By the mid-nineteenth century these sandalwood traders had systematically stripped most of the Pacific islands of this precious tree. Time and again sandalwood species were exploited until they went locally extinct, or nearly so, often with massive ecological damage, not to mention the political and cultural toll on the islands.

In Hawaii, also known as Tahn Heung Sahn or ‘the Sandalwood Mountains’ to [some of] the Chinese, the sandalwood trade collapsed by 1828, only decades after it began.

The first shipwrecked Europeans to land on Fiji’s second largest island, Vanua Levu, also called it Sandalwood Island. The sandalwood trade collapsed there within 20 years of its discovery and inauguration.

In the Marquesas, the British and Americans decimated sandalwood in just three years, between 1814 and 1816.

A similar story can be told in the case of S. austrocaledonicum of Vanuatu.

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All text above by: Ezra Rashkow. "Perfumed the axe that laid it low: The endangerment of sandalwood in southern India." Indian Economic and Social History Review 51, no. 1, pages 41-70. March 2014. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[cleolinda]

Santal Blush (Tom Ford, 2011)

(tomford.com)

A textured fusion celebrating sandalwood, SANTAL BLUSH presents exotic spices enhanced with luxe ylang ylang, warm cinnamon, and sumptuous woods – seducing with a modern, second-skin warmth.

Notes: Sandalwood, cinnamon, cumin, fenugreek, carrot seed, jasmine, rose, ylang ylang, benzoin, agarwood, musk.

So I've told you some stories about wrangling really intense fragrances using my "Dab on three particles. No sudden movements. Do not look it in the eye" method. I did this with Chanel No. 5 and the aldehydes still gave me a panic attack; I did it with Not A Perfume and still got an instantaneous headache. I got some beautiful shape-shifting effects from Mitsouko and Coco Mademoiselle. Even at such low amounts, I am, in fact, getting what the perfume is meant to do.

Sometimes I don't. Santal Blush is the story of the time "just try one whole molecule" did not work.

Here's my clickbait read-more: The sixth time was the charm.

I do read reviews in advance to get an idea of how a perfume shows up on other users' skin—the notes, the olfactory textures, the opening and the eventual drydown. So I did know that Santal Blush is unusually subtle for a Tom Ford, a brand I associate with being expensive as fuck very strong. My only experience with the brand before this was trying Tobacco Vanille in a Sephora, which I loved so much that I kept the tester strip to scent my purse—my whole-ass purse, for a full week. It's not a timid brand.

So I try a dab of Santal Blush five times, and all I get is a witheringly dry Australian sandalwood with cinnamon. Like, I can feel this thing sucking the moisture out of the back of my throat, it's so dry. Within two or three hours, it was barely there—and reviews say it's supposed to really last on your skin. "It's creamy, it's floral, it's powdery." Fuck off, no it's not, I said, baffled. Where is the blush in this thing, conceptually? Why is it even called that?

Finally, I buckled down and slathered it on. And by "slather" I mean "a smear on the back of my hand the size of a quarter." A WHOOSH of floral came out, to my entire surprise—the classic [(rose-jasmine) + maybe (ylang-ylang and/or tuberose)] combination that you can see in the development of perfumes for a hundred years now. Just in the ones I've written about, you see it in the two Coco Mademoiselles, the No. 5 formulations, Mitsouko, the Samsaras, Hypnotic Poison, and even Tyrannosaurus Rex, somehow. And when I write about Jean Patou's Joy in the next few weeks, you're going to see it spotlighted there.

And this is a floral building block that's amazing with sandalwood; in Samsara last week, it merged with Mysore sandalwood in the old and Australian in the new. In Chanel No. 5 Eau Première (the variant I can stand), the ylang-sandalwood combination is gorgeous. And in Santal Blush, mingled with the heat of cinnamon, that floral compound is the blush. Imagine being shoved onstage, being mortified and unprepared and flushed—and then you discover that you actually like being there, you're maybe a born performer after all. Santal Blush isn't a loud or showy fragrance (on me, at least), but it's an interesting mix of vulnerable beauty turning into confidence.

So I tried it a seventh time, a big smear on my wrist. No floral. What.

An eighth time. Bigger smear. Wrist. No floral.

A NINTH time, the back of my hand. BOOOOOOSH. ~JASMINE

I cannot explain this. See, I often wear fragrance on the back of my hand because I type so much; if it's on my wrists, I'm just crushing perfume into my laptop. I know the back of the hand isn't a pulse point, but I get a nice waft of scent now and then while I'm working (alone, not bothering anyone). I would have thought that my wrists would have done more for the perfume, but no: Santal Blush only gets interesting on the back of my hand.

The sandalwood is still, however, dry as fuck. I even went and checked my sample of Nemat's Australian sandalwood oil—it has the same characteristic cedar-like pencil-shaving quality, but it also has a lovely citrus aspect, somehow, that keeps it from smelling actually scratchy. An even cheaper essential oil I had was lower quality, but still smoother than Santal Blush. What this tells me is that you don't end up a sandalwood fragrance THIS DRY unless you get up early in the morning and put some work into it.

I don't know why Tom Ford—or rather, perfumer Yann Vasnier—went this route, but Santal Blush is clearly leaning into the comparative dryness of Australian sandalwood, supporting it with the bark of a cinnamon stick, “sweaty” cumin, maple syrup-inflected fenugreek, and woody, earthy carrot seed. It even uses benzoin (a mild vanillic resin said have a touch of cinnamon) rather than a creamy or fruity vanilla. And this is the same variety of sandalwood (give or take some specific synthetics, probably) used in the new Samsara, mind you. That current formulation uses its floral building block—rose, jasmine, and its spicy, Juicy Fruit-y ylang-ylang—to offset the dryness of Santalum spicatum, and its green top notes give the perfume an airy, unexpected freshness. Back to Santal Blush—whatever components were actually used, Vasnier emphasizes (to my nose) jasmine and the spicy aspect of ylang rather than the creamy or fruity—no "bubblegum" note. As far as I can tell, everything in this fragrance has been engineered to be as arid as possible.

I'm not sure why, exactly. "Parched" is not really my association with blushing, unless the point is make the woody base so dry that the spicy floral really stands apart as a metaphorical rush of blood rising to the surface. If that's the case, then this perfume only works "correctly" on the back of my hand.

What do I get on my wrist, then?

The sandalwood

Not much

The cumin

When I was a teenager in the '90s and used a portable CD player with a headphone jack, I used to like to pull it halfway out; I'd have to turn the volume way up to hear it, but I'd get a somewhat muffled background layer of whichever song (mostly bass guitar, drums, and background vocals) that fascinated me. Putting this perfume on my wrist is like pulling the jack halfway out of Santal Blush. I don't get much cumin even considering that, but I can start to smell the idea of the human body beneath the blush.

Cumin is a real interesting note to throw in here, by the way. It's often used to give a note of "sweat" or "body musk," and I know this because people constantly complain about it on fragrance sites and forums. As Angela at Now Smell This writes,

Few notes in fragrance are as polarizing as cumin. Some people associate cumin with sweat or food, and even the tiniest hint of it will cause them to double-bag a perfume sample and take it to the garbage can in the backyard. Other people, including me, like the carnal edge cumin adds to a fragrance.

To elaborate a bit on the "carnal" idea, I've posted a story that I can't believe I just told about why you'd put a seemingly unpleasant "body musk" into a fragrance. Short version: it could simply remind you of being sweaty with someone—or it actually could prompt a physical sensation.

(Santal Blush is by no means the only fragrance to use cumin; "cooking spices" in perfume might be a post unto itself, if you want to get into the use of coriander, nutmeg, and caraway. The cumin-forward fragrances I see mentioned most often are Rochas Femme, Jean-Paul Gaultier's Le Mâle, and Alexander McQueen's Kingdom.)

I actually like cumin a lot as a cooking spice that I know mostly from Mexican food, although it's also used in curry, baharat, chili powder, other spice mixes across cuisines, and Traditional Chinese Medicine. But, to put it lightly, a lot of people do not care for it. Much as with oud (which is also in Santal Blush—"agarwood"), this might be a cultural—bias? Lack of appreciation? Or it might just be that it truly doesn't work with an individual's chemistry. (It seems to do fine with mine, albeit faintly here.) As the Fragrenza blog notes,

Cumin, however, is a unique spice due to its animal-like note, which imparts a sensual, strong, and persistent aroma to fragrance compositions. While the odor can sometimes resemble sweat, animal notes in perfumery are highly useful for their capacity to fix other components and enhance their scents. When used precisely and sparingly, cumin lends strength and character to fragrances.

At Côté Bougie, "5 unusual facts to know about the scent kamoun (cumin)":

The use of cumin goes back so far that it is even mentioned in the Old Testament and in various Greek writings. Its oldest trace of use has been dated to at least 5000 years ago and located in the Nile Valley region. It was present in the pharaonic tombs without doubt for its unique scent. In the Middle Ages, it was used as currency. And in ancient times, it was used as a pepper in cooking thanks to its very aromatic flavor. [...] Cumin has always been known for its powerful smell. It gives off a spicy, woody and aniseed scent. In the family of spicy fragrances, cumin brings a touch apart since it also diffuses an amber note.

Make new friends (I've got a licorice/anise post coming up soon) and keep the old (our pal amber), as they say. And benzoin would support the cumin to create an even more lasting, amber-y effect. The cultural history implied by cumin also underlines the (sigh) "exotic" quality. Fortunately, there's no orientalist storytelling around the name GUERLAIN; the "blush" is an olfactory effect, not a stereotype.

And the cumin, oud, and (unspecified) musk give that blush a human foundation, even though it comes out really lightly on me. It may be that Santal Blush has been recently reformulated for the cheaper, because older reviews speak of a much creamier, longer-lasting fragrance, and I can't get this to last more than 4-5 hours under the best conditions. I would like it to be less dry and more balanced, no matter how much a showcase it's meant to be for Australian sandalwood—like, "moist." I'm trying not to say "moist." Because I don't mean it that way, and now we're just all thinking about me saying it. Maybe I should be meaning it that way—Tom Ford, as a designer and a brand, is out here with fragrances called "Lost Cherry" and "Rose Prick." You wouldn't think I'd have to coax a Tom "Fucking Fabulous" Ford fragrance out onto the stage, but here we are. Maybe Tobacco Vanille will still have some razzle-dazzle by the time I get to it.

Perfume discussion masterpost

[blubushie]

are there any kinds of "bush medicines" you've used, whether by yourself or under the advice/provision of your marrkidjbu? Can you share those stories?

What are some(I say some but really I mean: tell me all about it please) medicinal plants found in Australia? Are there some specific to regions like NT or are they relatively widespread?

I don't know how to word this properly but hopefully I'm getting my message across. I am deeply deeply curious about medicines you can't just go down corner shop to get.

Here's a list off the top of my head of bush medicines I've used. I've also added where you can find the necessary ingredients involved (that I'm aware of, anyway.

Allowed maggot therapy when a cut on my heel got infected. (Flies are fucking everywhere in Australia.) Once the maggots cleaned the wound out I dumped them and left them in a pig I hunted. You're welcome, maggots. Breed and prosper. This wound then had an emu bush poultice applied for antiseptic and it was wrapped until it healed. Scarred but I didn't need to have my food lopped off so I'm considering that a win. [WIDESPREAD]

I've drank red gum kino for my cough. It worked for about two hours before I had to drink more. [WIDESPREAD, I used Sydney red gum but it seems most if not all red gums are so tannin-rich that this works]

Banksia nectar for cough syrup. Holy shit does this work. [NEAR THE COASTS, especially the southeast and southwest]

I've made poultices of paperbark leaves and applied them to wounds. In my experience the wounds heal better and scarring is lessened if you do this. You can also steep the leaves and drink to treat coughs and sore throats. [EAST COAST SOUTH OF BRIZ]

Emu bush, emu bush, emu bush. Whether it's steeping and using it as mouthwash/to gargle or steeping and flushing wounds with it or applying it to wounds as poultices, I've used it. Emu bush is naturally astringent and antiseptic. If drank, it helps remedy headaches and induces sleep. I've used it to treat my insomnia. Treat this plant with the respect you'd show wattle, as it's sacred and is used in ceremonies. [WIDESPREAD EXCEPT TOP END AND FNQ]

Witchetty grub poultice. Hear me out. It works for burns well. You have to cover it with something or it'll dry out though (I've used gauze but cotton cloth with also work). [RED CENTRE, however "witchetty grub" is a general term for the larvae of certain species of moths and I reckon any species with the moniker of "witchetty grub" would work]

Goat's foot. Crush and cook the leaves, then apply to whatever part of you is hurting. It's a topical pain reliever. I use it for burns (and sometimes sunburns) and animal stings. [COASTLINES]

Wattle blossom: hung in the sleeping area to help promote sleep. This is more a "folk" medicine than a bush medicine--in the sense that I have no idea whether or not it actually works or how--but I'm personally convinced of it working. [WIDESPREAD]

Common sneezeweed: drank as a tea for coughs, colds, or chest infections. I used it for my cough. It didn't work very well (not as well as gum kino) but my cough is also because of an allergy which may be why. [WIDESPREAD BUT ESP QLD AND VIC]

Varnishleaf: applied to stings. Chew up the leaf and juice, then apply to the sting. I'm not sure if it has some osmotic effect or if it outright neutralises the venom, but it works. [WIDESPREAD EXCEPT TOP END AND FNQ]

Australian Sandalwood: chew nuts into a paste and apply to small wounds like scratches or scrapes. Leaves can be ground into a poultice and applied to irritated skin. The wood can also be burnt, with the smoke being a mosquito repellent. Like emu bush, treat this plant with the respect you'd show wattle, as it's sacred and is used in ceremonies. [SA, SOUTHERN WA]

Eucalyptus tea: used for treating fevers, chills, and general body pains. Tastes very fucking bitter and you can't drink a lot of it because it's also toxic in high quantities. Back in Oz I would start my mornings off with a cup of eucalyptus tea when I ran out of coffee. [WIDESPREAD]

Broad-leaved paperbark: Chew new leaves to treat head colds. Steep and drink to treat headaches and chest colds. [EAST COAST]

Maidenhair ferns: Astringent and emetic. Steeped as tea and drank to induce vomiting, or leaves eaten raw. Roots also eaten to induce vomiting. [TOP END, FNQ]

Zamia palm: Nuts are eaten raw to induce vomiting. [SOUTHWEST WA]

Indian beech tree: All of tree is poisonous. Leaves are ground and steeped in hot water, then strained and the water is drank to induce vomiting. Additionally bark may be steeped for the same effect. Extremely bitter. This is used before certain ceremonies to purge the body and stomach. [TOP END, FNQ]

Wild cowpea: Roots are eaten to treat constipation. They're better cooked. [EAST COAST, TOP END]

Pale turpentine bush: Steep and drink to help minimise symptoms of tuberculosis and fever. I've used it for fever. [SOUTHERN SA, WESTERN VIC]

Rosary pea: Roots are eaten to induce abortion. I've never seen this used in a person but I'm aware it works. I have however seen it used in a dog that would not have survived if the pups were carried to term. [COASTAL QLD, TOP END]

There's other's I've heard about--Coelospermum decipiens decoction used for contraceptive, the juice of young sandpaper fig roots used to treat skin wounds and blemishes, etc, but the above is what I've seen personally be used, or have used myself. :]

[brightgnosis]

Whether you use synthetic or natural incense, both kinds present ethical considerations [...]

Synthetic incense might contain harmful chemicals and you essentially have no way of knowing what or how much there is. Is that enough reason to avoid using synthetics? That’s a choice for you to make [...] I don’t use them often, but there are times when synthetic is appropriate for me. It remains important that you understand the risks and some possible underlying causes of people’s discomfort with synthetic ingredients [however].

Natural incense does offer its own ethical considerations. The most notable might be the endangered nature of some incense ingredients [...] I think it’s important for incense users to remain informed and exercise care in selection of incense or incense ingredients. Luckily, some of these concerns are being addressed by the free market (such as the growing availability of Australian sandalwood).

Another ethical concern of natural incense is the use of animal materials [...] For the most part, I prefer not to see animals exploited for their use in incense [...] On the other hand, the use of animal products where the animal is unharmed (such as ambergris) seems quite acceptable to me [...] Again, this is a matter for self-education [...] Research on your own and make informed choices. Search your own feelings and ethics and I know you’ll arrive at the right decision for you.

From Incense Magick: Create Inspiring Aromatic Experiences For Your Craft, published 2012; Carl Neal (My Ko-Fi Here)

[parfumery-wiki]

Workaholic Fugazzi

Amber

The most distinct of all Fugazzi fragrances, Workaholic  is, much of what the name suggests. Inspired by the hectic, and vibrant thrill of a concrete urban world, this scent is a powerful injection of burnt coffee, with accents of almond and hazelnut.

Top notes: Coffee Heart notes: Bulgarian rose, Nutmeg, Muguet Base notes: Gourmand notes, White musk, Amber, Australian sandalwood, Tonka bean

[eootymade]

[ridewithgokul]

KODAIKANAL TRIP

EXPLORE & INSPIRE

The earliest references to Kodaikanal and the Palani hills are found in Tamil Sangam literature.[3] Tamil composition Kuṟuntokai, the second book of the anthology Ettuthokai, mentions the mountainous geographic region (thinai) of Kurinji. The region is associated with Hindu god Murugan and is described as a forest with lakes, waterfalls and trees like teak, bamboo and sandalwood.[4] The name of the region, Kurinji, derives from the name of the famous flower Kurinji found only in the hills and the occupants of the region were tribal people whose prime occupations were hunting, honey harvesting and millet cultivation.[5][6] The hills were populated by the Palaiyar tribal people.[7]Coakers Walk in 1900

In 1821, a British Lieutenant, B. S. Ward, climbed up from his headquarters in the Kunnavan village to Kodaikanal to survey the area and reported of beautiful hills with a healthy climate with about 4,000 people living in well-structured villages.[8] In 1834, J.C Wroughten, then revenue collector of Madura and C. R. Cotton, a member of the Madras Presidency's board of revenue, climbed up the hills from Devadanapatti.[9] In 1836, botanist Robert Wight visited Kodaikanal and recorded his observations in the 1837 Madras Journal of Literature and Science.[10] In 1852, Major J. M. Partridge of the Bombay Army built a house and was the person to settle there.[9] In 1853, only six to seven houses were there when then Governor of Madras Presidency Charles Trevelyan visited in 1860.[11] In 1862, American missionary David Coit Scudder arrived.[9] In 1863, acting on a suggestion of Vere Levinge, then collector of Madurai, an artificial lake was formed.[11]

In 1867, Major J. M. Partridge imported Australian eucalyptus and wattle trees and in 1872, Lt. Coaker cut a path along the steep south east facing ridge which overlooks the plains below and prepared a descriptive map the region.[12][13] In the later half of the 19th century, it became a regular summer retreat for American missionaries and other European diplomats as a refuge from the high temperatures and tropical diseases of the plains.[14][15] In 1901, the first observations commenced at the Kodaikanal Observatory.[16] In 1909, the area had developed into a small town with 151 houses and a functioning post office, churches, clubs, schools and shops.[14] In 1914, the ghat road was completed.[11] It continued to served as a summer retreat during the British Raj and became a popular hill station later.

[luxiouslemon]

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[monzamash]

Okay, I finally have time to tell you how much I loved this fic and I love it so much, it deserves more than just tags so here's a Mar analysis of why this fic is god tier

But he had you floating in his cloud; covered in flames from the moment you walked in the room – dizzy from the promise of having him caught in yours. It was hypnotic the way you floated his way, natural; desperate to breathe in the sweet mix of spiced sandalwood and pot that was fused into your senses for the rest of time, giving you a fix that crawled across your skin; etched in your memory. - this sets the scene up so beautifully, the way they are being pulled to one another despite their better judgement

A kiss from the devil in disguise, your kryptonite incarnate. Laid back, lazy smile, slurred Australian accent egging on your high as your hips rocked, separated from your mind. - this, oh my god, this is such great writing!

“Use my thigh,” Daniel whispered, hoarse and gruff – a lump in his throat rivalling the one caged by the denim beneath.

“You’ve been looking at it all night anyways, haven’t ya?”

His suggestion caused a rippling moan to tumble, stifled by his thick neck you’d found yourself nuzzled into, sighing and moaning – messier than you would ever like to be with someone as majestic as Daniel. “I asked you a question.” - i am YELLING

He loved you like this, pretty and wrecked because of him. - that makes two of us jesus christ

I am always blown away by the way you write Daniel, I think you have his personality down to a T. Always look forward to reading your fics, regardless of who it is about, but the Danny ones always get me a little giddy

MAR YOU ARE SO CUTE I CANT COPE - you truly are my biggest supporter and ily 😘

[babischlong-six]

rainbow tag game 🌈🥰

Tagged by @the-marron 😘

❤️ - Last song you listened to: Ваше благородие госпожа удача from the classic movie Белое Солнце Пустыни

🧡 - Ideal pizza toppings: Meat (ham/beef/chicken, I don't care, as long as meat.) Lots of cheese. Peppers, onions, olives. I like my pizza to be a whole meal.

💛 - Dream vacation: Everyone just leaves me alone for like 6 months. Otherwise I would totally love to travel Europe.

💚 - Earth, Air, Fire, or Water: Fire.

💙 - Cartoon you grew up on: Around the World in Eighty Days. Apparently it's Australian but I grew up with it dubbed in Russian and received the shock of my life when I learned years later that it wasn't Russian.

💜 - Favorite scent: Sandalwood, rosehip, onions frying on butter, coffee in the morning, homemade vanilla extract.

Tagging: @bobafvcks @chhagiya @daxianme @evergreenxhuckleberry @godhatesme-22 @gosiksmallspace

[odoroussavourssweet]

Parfums Dusita Le Pavillon D’Or

Nose: Pissara Umavijani

notes: iris, honeysuckle, mint; thyme, boronia, fig leaf, heliotrope, olibanum; oak, Australian sandalwood

Le Pavillon d’Or opens with a fine, pale-beige civet and plush iris.

Then there’s a dewy, juicy leaf-greenness and a marvelous floral like the first breath of June. the fig and honeysuckle.

Next, it’s dry and herbal (the thyme) with the faintest lingering softness from a fluffy iris-heliotrope mousse.

It stays in that white-cream-gray-green, herbal and fluffy cream space for the next three hours or so. And then the thyme deepens, and its slight pepperiness blends with the crackle of sandalwood and olibanum. Beautiful, light green-gold, aromatic woody base.

Le Pavillon d’Or feels like a riff on Germaine Cellier’s classic study in pastels La Fuite Des Heures, with thyme and fig leaf in place of lavender and anise. The two scents share a pale, creamy, seamless blend of iris, heliotrope, and herbs.

This is one of my favorite Dusitas, I think. The unusual blend of cream-and-green is a subtle, peaceful delight.