Fir Balsam/Abies Balsamea Absolute

Fir Balsam/Abies Balsamea Absolute

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Fir Balsam Absolute is a very interesting study of how vastly different an absolute can be from an essential oil distilled from the same plant.

It is dark green,waxy plastic mass(hence must be heated before mixing with alcohol or carrier oils) with a full rich, sweet coumarinic, delectable fruity, suave balsamic odor of excellent tenacity and radiant strength. The radiant fresh sweetness carries deep into the dryout capturing something of the simple joy one feels when they go into the high mountains and takes deep breaths of pure, fresh air.

Blends beautifully with ambrette seed eom co2 and abs; angelica root eo, co2 and abs; anise seed eo and co2; aromoise eo; bay leaf eo and abs; benzoin resinoid and abs; birch, sweet eo; bergamot eo; cistus eo and abs; citrus oils; clove bud eo, co2 and abs; coriander eo, co2 and abs; cypress eo and abs; fennel eo and co2; fir balsam eo; frankincense eo, co2 and abs; galbanum eo, co2 and abs; guiacawood eo; hay abs; helichrysum eo and abs; juniperberry eo, co2 and abs; labdanum eo and abs; lavindin eo and abs; lavender eo, co2 and abs; nutmeg eo, co2 and abs; oakmoss abs; opoponax, resinoid and abs; patchouli eo, co2 and abs; popular bud eo and abs; rosemary eo, co2 and abs; sage clary eo and abs; seaweed abs; thyme eo, co2 and abs; spruce eo and abs; tonka bean abs; vanilla abs

In natural perfumery can be used in sacred perfumes, forest notes, incense compositions, holiday creations, fougere, chypre, new mown hay, fruit notes, amber notes

Laboriously wriggling his thinness and his coldness into the black
sheep's luxuriant, irresponsible fleece, a bulging side-pocket in the
wrapper bruised his hip. Reaching down very temperishly to the pocket
he drew forth a small lace-trimmed handkerchief knotted pudgily across
a brimming handful of fir-balsam needles. Like a scorching hot August
breeze the magic, woodsy fragrance crinkled through his nostrils.

"These people certainly know how to play the game all right," he
reasoned whimsically, noting even the consistent little letter "M"
embroidered in one corner of the handkerchief.

Then, because he was really very sick and really very tired, he
snuggled down into the new blessed warmth and turned his gaunt cheek
to the pillow and cupped his hand for sleep like a drowsy child with
its nose and mouth burrowed eagerly down into the expectant draught.
But the cup did not fill.--Yet scented deep in his curved, empty,
balsam-scented fingers lurked--somehow--somewhere--the dregs of a
wonderful dream: Boyhood, with the hot, sweet flutter of summer woods,
and the pillowing warmth of the soft, sunbaked earth, and the crackle
of a twig, and the call of a bird, and the drone of a bee, and the
great blue, blue mystery of the sky glinting down through a
green-latticed canopy overhead.
Molly Make-Believe, by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott