|Fir balsam, childhood memories.|
Everyday new raw materials are added to our collection. We talk about our associations to them. Our memories. Today I had a moment where a raw material I had never smelled separated suddenly catapulted me back to my childhood in my grandparents home as I was reminded of wood shavings. We have different references and different terminology and this creates a really rewarding atmosphere.
Oh and vetiver... Every day with vetiver is a better day.
Tomorrow we are going to visit the jasmine fields. But first I have to take control over my notes. And sleep.
I cannot wait to wake up so I can go smell things again.
|Moon over Grasse.|