Vetiver/Jasmin(Jasminum sambac) codistilled essential oil

Vetiver/Jasmin(Jasminum sambac) codistilled essential oil

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The codistilled essential oil of Vetiver and Jasmin sambac is gold in color displaying a rich, exotic, rounded, sweet, floral/fruity bouquet very reminiscent of the aroma of the flowers when they begin to open in the evening and disperse their fragrance on the night air. Their is a delicate tea-like undertone. The sweet floral /fruity bouquet remains on the perfume strip for well over 24 hours with only a trace of an earthy note intermingling with its fine aroma. The sultry, somewhat indolic note that is present in the absolute is almost nonexistent in the codistilled oil. Those who have enjoyed the wonderful radiant intoxicating aroma that radiates from the floral garlands created from jasmin sambac buds and are offered in the temples of South India will find in the codistilled oil a lovely remembrance of such unforgettable occasions.

Blends well with aglaia odorata abs; ambrette seed eo, co2 and abs; atractlylis abs; beeswax abs; benzoin resinoid and abs; carnation abs; cassie abs; clary sage eo and abs;; citrus oils(bergamot lime, yuzu, sweet orange, blood orange tangerine);
coriander eo, co2 and abs; davana eo, co2 and abs; fennel eo and co2; fir balsam abs; henna leaf co2 and abs; lavender eo, co2 and abs; mate absolute; melilot abs; neroli eo; night queen attar and abs; orange blossom flower water abs; orange blossom abs; petitgrain eo's(mandarin, bigarade, combava); rose abs, co2's and eo's(bourboniana, centifolia, damascena, alba); tea, black and green abs and co2; tonka bean abs; tuberose abs; vanilla abs and co2; violet leaf abs; ylang abs and eo

In natural perfumery is used in garland perfumes, sacred essences, tropical bouquets, oriental bases, high class florals

The First Jasmines
by Rabindranath Tagore
(This poem is from The Crescent Moon by Tagore)

AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.