Treasures of Aromatic Literature-Scent of Sandalwood

Treasures of Aromatic Literature-Scent of Sandalwood

According to popular belief the discovery was made by the celebrated Noor Jehan, the favourite wife of the Emperor Jehangire; but the Emperor himself in his memoirs attributes the discovery, not to Noor Jehan, but to her mother. Although discovered and first made in India, the best attar of roses is now brought from Busrah, in the Persian Gulf. It is brought in small silver flasks of much the shape of a pear and about the size of a small walnut. The mouth of the neck of the flask is securely soldered; but so powerful is the perfume that it escapes through the silver of the flask. When in India I procured at different times three of these flasks. Two of them I have still; one was lost in the Mutiny. When I procured the flasks they were completely filled with the attar; they are now, and have been for years, quite empty. The soldering at the necks of the flasks is as perfect as ever, but the attar has exhaled through the silver of the flasks themselves. The flasks have been kept in a silver box lined with sandalwood; they were put among letters and various small curiosities. Although the attar has evaporated from the flasks, it remains as strong as ever among the letters and curiosities and the sandalwood of the box itself. The sandalwood, however, has imparted to the perfume of the attar a flavour rather oppressive, to our English tastes at least; for it is one which the natives of India greatly admire, and which they much prefer to that of the attar alone. The attar of roses, with which on occasions of ceremony they perfume themselves and their garments, is always mingled with a scent obtained from sandalwood.
Haunts and hobbies of an Indian official
By Mark Thornhill

Contemplate the wondrous hues of the rare Eastern silks, and about them there still seems to cling the allpervading, sandalwood scent of the treasure-laden Orient.
Golden book of the Wanamaker stores
By John Wanamaker (Firm)

The atmosphere was oppressive; the chandelier near us poured out a hot and dazzling light. I kept my fan going incessantly, and with its sandalwood scent it said something to me — for scents also speak — that enravished me.
Memoirs of Bertha von Suttner: the records of an eventful life
By Bertha von Suttner

"There is but one other spot in the world for me that has just such a sea-breeze as this, and that is Guernsey. It's curious—isn't it ?— how completely we are under the domination of the sense of smell? I never enter your drawing-room, for instance, that I don't feel as if I were ten thousand miles away in Singapore—and all because of that sandalwood fan in that old ivory box. The scent is there, but strangely elusive."
Sanna of the island town
By Mary Ella Waller

"Do you recall anything of your earlier life in Singapore? You spoke of it in connection with the sandalwood fragrance."

"No—" he hesitated. "I can hardly say that I do recall anything; but it would not be untrue to say that some impressions of my life there are very vivid, very lasting." He paused, hoping she might put some leading question; but she was silent.

"For instance," he went on, but almost as if to himself, "that scent of sandal-wood—it always brings back to me my awakening from sleep, and a certain song my nurse used to sing?"

"Do you remember her?"

"No, only the song. I couldn't have been more than two and a half or three. I was with Mere Marliave six years. This was hers, my nurse's."
Sanna: a novel
By Mary Ella Waller

So they went on talking until they forgot their journalistic mission, and Frank, at least, remembered only that it was a strange, and delightful thing to sit opposite Katherine in her white silk dress in the old-world room with its fragrance of sandalwood and lilies, the scent of which would remind him always of this hour in the twilight. He started when the door was opened wide by the powdered footman who said, "M. le Comte de Grammont."
The street of adventure
By Philip Gibbs

Seachests gave up their treasure, and bits of ebony and jade were added to mantel curios, an ivory junk spread its crimson sail beside the Tower of Pisa, a spirited portrait of the Leviathan entering the port of Malaga was hung opposite the waxen survival of Aunt Jane's funeral wreath. And in shaded parlors the fragrance of sandalwood and attar-of-rose and the spicy odor of lacquer mingled with the breath of syringa wafted in from the garden.
Old Cape Cod: the land, the men, the sea
By Mary Rogers Bangs

The foregoing conversation was held in Mrs. Tree's parlor. I say Mrs. Tree's, advisedly, for, though the bright, energetic spirit that had so lately held sway there was gone, her presence still remained to fill the room. Indeed, this room, with its dim antique richness, its glimmer of"*gold lacquer, its soft duskiness of brocade and damask, its treasures of rare and precious woods, and, above all, its fragrance of sandalwood and roses, had always seemed the fit and perfect setting for the ancient jewel it held.
Mrs. Tree's will
By Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards

An exotic and heady atmosphere, compounded of the faint and intangible exhalations of these insentient things, fragrance of sandalwood, myrrh and musk, reminiscent whiffs of half-forgotten incense, seemed to intensify the impression of gloomy richness and repose.
The black bag
By Louis Joseph Vance

The Captains are nearly all gone now. Little trace of the ship-yards remains, and even the wharves from which the Indiamen sailed have rotted, and been replaced by the lumber and coal wharves of to-day; but all through the countryside you come on touches of the shipping days, and of the East, as startling as a sudden fragrance of sandalwood in some old cabinet.
A northern countryside
By Rosalind Richards

Here, during the heated hours of the day she was wont to rest. Garlands of white roses and late violets mingled their. intoxicating perfumes with the fragrance of sandalwood, that was simmering in the Arabian incense burner.
The lotus woman: a romance of Byzantine Constantinople
By Nathan Gallizier

O Chang Tzu! remember the spice on the breeze,
The sandalwood fragrance from over the seas,
The ruler in yellow, Confucius, the seer,
The passion of Hui Tzu, the glamour, the cheer
When Hanchih was played in the wilds of Tung-ting
The maddest of music on rhapsody's string.
Remember the yin and remember the yang,
The wind and the rain, the darkness, the light, Remember high Sung, remember great Tang...
Dreams of Hellas: and other poems
By Annie Elizabeth Cheney