BEE BEAUTIFUL BODY BUTTER
Haute Couture
Natural Fragrance
Driven by the desire to create a ‘true perfume’ - fragrance, including the elements of classical perfumery, with; Top, Heart, and Base Notes, but WITHOUT SYNTHETIC INGREDIENTS.
Seeking only the ‘best’ and most-pure ‘hidden gems’ of: Natural Essential Oils, Absolutes and Isolates from various sources all over the world.
Hand blending each bottle with a goal of replicating the natural essence of; places in nature, various archetypes and life's experiences.
The final fragrance unfolding to reveal a story with many chapters.
A symphony of notes playing out from beginning to end. Carrying alongside , the 'olfactory journey' of Life's Precious Moments, as though they were captured in the invisible space between: solid matter, space and time.
As a child I loved sneaking into my mother’s closet...
There I would drag the cast iron stool, covered in plush pink velvet, up to the built-in armoire and climb upon it to reach that ‘special spot’ my mother stored her 'Luxury Perfume's’. The ones designated for: 'Special Occasion's , placed up high, nearing furthest edge of the closet, and intentionally out of the reach of a small child.
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There nestled between stacks of high-heeled shoes, heavy houndstooth suits and fine silk blouses, I would set my sights on the ones I had already found to be my personal 'Favorites'.
Pushing past the bottles of: 'Anais Anais', 'Charlie,' and Coty 'Wild Musk', I would set my sights on; a heavy round bottle; clad with fine ladies dressed in pomp and splendor, of the classic oriental, launched in 1962, of: ‘Bal à Versailles’.
Next for my mother’s newest purchase; in a bottle shaped like the large cut-crystal bulb that hung gracefully from the bottom of the dining-room chandelier, of the 'Narcotic' Floral Perfume: ‘Paris’.
Last but certainly not least, I would reach for the rectangle bottle of: ‘Joy’ Perfume. Famed as one of the 'Most Expensive Perfumes' ever to be produced and claiming to contain the extract of: over 10,000 jasmine flowers, and 28 dozen roses, squeezed into each ounce of the floral elixir.
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After thoroughly dousing myself with enough 'flower petal essence' to bankrupt the country of Holland, and feeling as though I was hiding directly inside the center of my mother's prized; 'Floribunda' growing in her rose garden, I would climb back down from the top of the armoire like a tiny 'bond girl'. Carefully using the armoire drawers partially opened, like a ladder back down to the ground level, placing everything back ’just the way it was’, and hoping that my 'secret garden of scents’ was not ‘revealed’.