
The following is the Module 1 assignment submitted by Annie O'Sullivan, a student in my Spring 2008 class in Natural Perfumery. You can read more about it
here and
here, but I suggest you skip the hard facts about the class for now, and instead read this blog first. For their first assignment, just to loosen them up, I allow the students free rein on any of the four subjects we cover that Module: safety, history of perfumery, how to define natural perfumery and workspace organization and equipment.
It is enjoyable and eye-opening to see their creative responses, from poems to essays, Power Point illustrated presentations, Excel charts, mathematical conversion charts for old measurements -- well, the list goes on. This submittal, however, caused me to laugh out loud, and I immediately forwarded it to
Mandy Aftel. Mandy called it creative and adorable. Who knew someone would weave the stories of Mandy and myself into a bedtime story that is witty and fun?
Some background for the references in the story: Mandy's daughter is named Chloe, Mandy is from Detroit, is a psychologist, wrote a book on Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones. I did create (for the time) Rebel Perfumes on South Beach, the first of their kind AFAIK, Mandy has a perfume named Tango, I have one named Temple. The puns in this story are really so much fun! The story of how Mandy and I met is quite different, and maybe someday the story of the Evil Angry Witch of the West with a wart on the tip of her nose will be told, and how Mandy contacted Annie-ya and a friendship was born and thus the Guild was reopened. Sure, some facts are a bit off, but heck, myths and fables do sometimes veer off course from reality.
Enjoy. (Note: unedited for punctuation, etc.)
The Modern History of Natural Perfumery
Anne O’Sullivan – Spring 2008 NP101 Course – Module 1 submittal
April 5, 2008
It was well past bedtime, and Chloe and her husband would soon be in. Mandy didn’t want the kids to be up still when they pulled up. Thankful for another incredibly fun day, Mandy was exhausted.
“Grammy Mandy, could you tell me my favorite bedtime story?” Little Jasmine begged.
“Well, once upon a time, oh, say, around the 10th century BC a Kingdom named Media existed in what today is called Iran. There was a mixture of both the snazzy community of Chaldea and the more savage one of Parthia. The Medes loved the good things in life and fighting together with the Assyrians.”
(kids start hitting each other)
“No, dears, I said that the two groups fought WITH each other. When King Astyage kicked the bucket in 550 BC it was kaput for the Medan kings. Enter the Persian king Cyrus II the Great. The Medes, who had been these ferocious fighters, began mimicking the Persians.
And that’s why it is always important for me to bore you with details about them in my bedtime story of perfume. As soon as the Persian dynasty was on its feet, its people indulged in crazy luxury!”
(kids fake snooze really loud)
“Now, even though you may read that these people were very smelly,”
“PHEW!” They all hold their noses.
“the kings and queens used special waters, lotions that had lovely aromas, and kohl on their face every day.”
“The kings looked like women.” Patchouli instigated. (giggles all around)
“Well, without this culture….”
“We know - roses wouldn’t be here.” The children say together.
“Could you please tell us our real favorite beddy story? Not the school-like one.” Little Jasmine requests politely.
Grammy senses the gentle little soul’s passion and straightens up.
“Well, legend or lore, here we go.”
(All of the children cuddle around next to her and look up wide-eyed)
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Amanda. She was a very unique young one, a little like you. (Points to Jasmine) Amanda‘s family was a very old-fashioned one. Amanda thought that this meant she had to go to college and do something extremely boring for a living. When she started to get older, she knew she always had a way with words so she decided to write a book. But, you can’t always get what you want. Amanda didn’t get no satisfaction from thinking about writing anymore.
So, she thought and she thought. ‘Sanctuary, a spa, is hiring right here in Detroit. Maybe, they’ll hire me to be a receptionist.’
Amanda journeyed to Sanctuary and her intuition felt something was amiss. She tried to shake it, but it weighed on her like a heavy brick. Once inside Sanctuary, Amanda began to choke. Pervading the air was an odor that smelled familiar, something like vanilla. Of course, Amanda became a distinguished receptionist. Contemplating this as the rest of her life, Amanda went to school to become a psychotherapist.”
“How are you kids feeling?”
Tango doesn’t even blink. “Grammy!” Tango groans.
Grammy Mandy continues, “Synthetica, the owner of Sanctuary, secretly disliked Amanda silly. No one who had ever worked at Sanctuary abandoned the company. That is, if anyone left, they left emotionally bereft. So, Synthetica began to plan how she was going to torment the unsuspecting Amanda. Meanwhile, Amanda’s headaches and rashes and allergies all began when she commenced her job. Upon graduation, Amanda went back to Sanctuary, to give her notice.”
Boronia began to look really scared.
Grammy hugged him tightly, “I’ll make it not so scary, okay?”
Boronia just nodded.
Grammy went on, “When Amanda went back, Synthetica laughed her wicked laugh and told her that she would never truly leave Sanctuary. The scent that pervaded the air was filled with synthetics. The headaches and rashes and allergies would be a part of her forever. Synthetica laughed her wicked laugh again. Amanda ran off to her therapy practice and cried it off.
Hungry and thirsty, Amanda relished her therapy practice, but it wasn’t enough. She had a little girl….
Kids at once, “Chloe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Grammy continued, “Yes, Chloe. Her angel Chloe suggested she take a day off and go to this fun event. Amanda did just that. She spent a day learning how to make solid natural perfumes and blew everyone away with her mix. Rejuvenated, Amanda read and read and collected every single book on perfume she could. As one who respected nature, Amanda wanted to make sure that she would only make perfumes that were made without synthetics. She continued to be a therapist to support herself as she learned.
At the same time, there was a young woman dabbling with all natural perfumes in South Beach, Florida. Annie-ya was just starting to sell her Rebel Essences, which were a hybrid between aromatherapy and natural perfumes. She was working with Kaufman’s contrast/comparison chart, but it just needed time to meld.”
Tango,”Grammy…”
Grammy - “Sorry. Meanwhile, Amanda wrote a book on Natural Perfumery. Annie-ya got her hands on it and it all came together. She started making only Natural Perfumes. Anytime someone would bug her and say, ‘That’s really aromatherapy.’ Annie-ya could help them understand the differences.”
Tango jumps in, “Natural Perfume uses concretes and tinctures and infusions and absolutes!!”
Ambergris purges, “Some Natural Perfumers use animal essences, but there aren’t any that test on animals. Aromatherapists don’t even use animal essences at all or test on them.
Rose blooms, “Natural Perfumery can be realllllllly expensive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Temple offers, “Natural Perfumery is an art. The perfumes evolve and morph into different experiences on different people. Aromatherapy is perfume that has a specific healing purpose for that person; it could be their mind or their body.”
Jasmine grandly mentions, “Aromatherapists are very cautious with their creations. They usually dilute the essences into oil, maybe 3-5% max. Natural Perfumers will use alcohol to dilute aromatics, as well as oils. They also raise the ratio of aromatics to oil/alcohol.”
Patchouli pushes, “Natural Perfumery is an artisan experience. Annie-ya sometimes labels her bottles by hand. Natural Perfumers don’t use recipes. They can be nice recipes: top, middle, and base notes. Nice, but simple.”
Grammy helps, “Aromatherapy has its place. It has certainly helped Natural Perfumers find such lavish and exotic aromatics. And in aromatherapy, well, Jeanne Rose and Robert Tisserand, Valerie Wormwood, among others, would emphasize that healing role that Temple mentioned. Anyway, back to the story….Annie-ya and Amanda met by accident. They were at a Gardening Festival and Annie-ya recognized Amanda and went up to her. By this point…”
Patchouli, “Natural Perfumery was blossoming.”
Grammy, “Well, yes. So, the ladies had lunch and discussed how synthetic perfume, “
Rose, “Is cheap.”
Tango, “Stinks forever and ever.”
Temple, “These synthetic perfumes are possibly causing harm to people and the environment due to their use of …”
Patchouli, “Possibly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s what caused Mommy to get hurt! Those corporations don’t have any heart.”
Jasmine, “Take a breath, Patch. Synthetic perfumes are cheap and uniform; not so with Natural Perfumery. The aromatics can be so expensive and they vary from batch to batch. Who can control the climate? Sometimes, the extraction methods are even different.”
Grammy continued, “Yes, yes. The ladies discussed all of this and more. Annie-ya mentioned how she can’t stand the sillage that synthetics leave and Amanda agreed. Annie-ya laughed and relayed a story about a client who was upset that her custom perfume couldn’t be detected from several miles away and that when Annie-ya added some natural isolates to her next bottle, the client still complained. Amanda giggled and knew right away. It wasn’t exactly the same. She had a client like that, too. At the end of their lunch, Amanda gave Annie-ya the perfumes she carries in her purse to make her happy when people get her upset and Annie-ya did the same. Before Amanda went to volunteer to teach a class to people in jail and Annie-ya went to take care of her mother, they exchanged emails, Amanda gave Annie-ya the Natural Perfumers Guild, and they were like sisters for the rest of their lives. Now hop into your beds, quick!”
Patchouli, “Grammy, I’m not going anywhere until I hear the final part.”
Grammy, “Okay, but this ending is quicker because your parents are pulling up! Here we go, Amanda went back near Sanctuary and called. She asked the receptionist to have Synthetica step outside. Amanda saw Synthetica and Amanda felt pity, instead of rage. Amanda gave Synthetica all of Amanda’s solid perfumes in her purse and urged her to contact Annie-ya at the Guild. Synthetica contacted her and became a changed woman! Sanctuary became a place for homeless people needing shelter. It truly was a sanctuary.
Now hurry!”
Patchouli, “But, you forgot the organ and that it takes a long time to learn to be a Natural Perfumer and create a perfume and…”
And the children’s parents arrived home to ask the normal questions. Grammy Mandy always says the children were wonderful, knowing that Chloe hears the giggling upstairs.
“I love you, Mom.” Chloe hugs her mother.
“You’ll always be my baby, Chloe.” Grammy Mandy holds on with tears in her eyes.