Curcuma longa (turmeric) Turmeric is the source of a bright yellow-orange culinary spice and dye and has important medicinal and cultural uses.

Turmeric - Indian Institute of Spices Research

Turmeric - Indian Institute of Spices Research


Juniper Berry essential oil (Bulgaria)

Juniper Berry essential oil (Bulgaria) Juniperus communis

  • Product #1447
  • Part Distilledberries
  • Processsteam distilled
  • Growth Methodorganic
  • OriginBulgaria
Juniper Berry essential oil (Bulgaria)
Juniper Berrry essential oil from Bulgaria is a colorless to pale yellow liquid displaying a warm, rich, fresh, green, coniferous bouquet with a fine woody, balsamic undertone
In natural perfumery used in sacred perfumes, incense bouquet, colognes, after shave lotions, amber bases, fougere, chypre, forest notes
Blends well with agarwood eo and co2, allspice eo and co2; amber melange; ambergris melange; ambrette seed eo and co2; anise star eo and co2; amyris eo; angelica root eo and co2; aglaia abs; aruacaria eo; benzoin abs; birch sweet eo; birch tar eo; buddha wood eo and co2; cade eo; cabreuva eo; calamus eo and co2; cedarwood eo's and abs's; cardamom eo and co2; cassia eo and co2; cinnamon bark eo, co2 and abs; choya loban, choya nakh; choya ral; cistus eo an abs; clove bud eo, co2 and abs; cocoa co2 and abs; copal bark co2; costus co2; cypress eo's and abs; cypriol/nagarmotha eo and co2; davana eo and co2; elder flower abs and co2; fir balsam eo and abs; fenugreek eo, co2 and abs; frankincense eo, co2 and abs; elemi eo and abs; galangal eo; galbanum eo, co2 and abs; hay abs; guiacawood eo; hinoki eo; hiba eo; henna co2; hop eo and co2; juniper berry eo and co2; khella eo; lapsong souchong co2; lawang eo; mandarin eo; mastic eo and abs; massoia bark co2; mushroom abs; myrrh eo, co2 and abs; muhuhu eo; nutmeg eo, co2 and abs; opoponax eo and abs; oakmoss abs; osmanthus abs; orris root eo, co2 and abs; patchouli eo, co2 and abs; peru balsam eo and abs; pine eo and abs; poplar bud abs and eo; sage clary eo and abs; saffron co2; seaweed abs; sandalwood eo, co2 and abs; siamwood eo; styrax eo and abs; spruce eo and abs; spikenard eo and co2; templin eo; tonka bean abs; vanilla abs and co2; zradevtz eo and co2; vetiver eo, co2 and abs

Turmeric: – Not just a spice, but a way of life Esther Daniel-Henriksson

Turmeric:– Not just a spice, but a way of life by Esther Daniel-Henriksson(click here to read article)

JUNIPER --TRIBAL USES

JUNIPER --TRIBAL USES(click here to read article)

Mythology and Folklore of Juniper | Trees for Life

Mythology and Folklore of Juniper | Trees for Life(click here to read article)

Jasmine/Juhi Absolute

Jasmin auriculatum absolute/RARE!!! Jasmin auriculatum

  • Product #1207
  • Part Distilledflower
  • Growth Methodconventional
  • OriginIndia
Jasmin auriculatum absolute/RARE!!!
Jasmin auriculatum absolute (Jasminum auriculatum), known as "Juhi" in India, is a  amber colored liquid displaying a refined, sweet, floral-fruity bouquet with a delicate earthy/spicy undertone.

In natural perfumery used in garland perfumes, high class florals, Oriental perfumes, sacred essences,amber bases.
Blends well with amyris eo; amber sweet melange; ambrette seed eo, co2 and absolute; anise seed eo and co2; apple melange; apricot melange; bergamot eo; basil eo and abs; bay leaf eo and abs; birch sweet eo; bois de rose eo; cananga eo; carnation abs; cardamom eo, co2 and abs; champaca abs; champa white flower eo and abs; cabreva eo; champa white leaf eo; cassie abs; cedarwood eo's and abs's; clove bud eo, co2 and abs; copaiba balsam eo; costus root eo and co2; citron eo; davana eo and co2; galbanum eo, co2 and abs; geranium eo and abs; gurjun balsam eo; hay absolute; ginger eo, co2 and abs; helchrysum eo and abs; hops co2; ho wood eo; jasmine abs; khella eo; lawang eo; lime eo; lime essence eo; lemon eo; lemon essence eo; lemon balm eo and co2; litsea cubeba eo; linden blossom abs and co2; mandarin eo; muhuhu eo; neroli eo; nigella damascena abs; orange blossom abs; nutmeg eo, co2 and abs; orange eo; orange essence eo; orange bitter eo; orris root eo, co2 and abs; osamanthus abs; peach melange; pear melange; peru balsam eo and abs; petitgrain eo; pineapple melange; plai eo; raspberry melange; poplar bud abs and eo; rose eo, co2 and abs; rosewood leaf eo; rosewood melange; rose leaf abs; saffron co2; sage clary eo and abs; sandalwood eo, co2 and abs; siamwood eo; strawberry melange; tangerine eo; tangerine essence eo; styrax eo and abs; tolu balsam abs; tonka bean abs; vanilla abs and co2; zdravetz eo and abs; yuzu eo

Juniperus communis Botany in Ancient Egypt – Part 2

Juniperus communis Botany in Ancient Egypt – Part 2(click here to read article)

Spruce | Gwich'in Social & Cultural Institute

Spruce | Gwich'in Social & Cultural Institute(click here to read article)

MEDICINAL TREES OF OUR FORESTS

MEDICINAL TREES OF OUR FORESTS(click here to read article)

Medicinal Flora of the Alaska Natives

Medicinal Flora of the Alaska Natives(click here to read article)

Visiting the First Nations Garden

Visiting the First Nations Garden

Spruce Black Bark essential oil/New, Rare and Delightful!!!! Picea mariana

  • Product #1506
  • Part Distilledbark
  • Processsteam distillation
  • Growth Methodwild harvest
  • OriginCanada
Black Spruce bark essential oil is a pale yellow liquid displaying a rich, woody, balsamic bouquet with a nutty, resinous undertone.
In natural perfumery it is used in forest bouquets, incense notes, fougere, chypre, precious woods accords, colognes
Blends well with Blends well with agarwood eo and co2; benzoin abs; amyris eo; artemisia/mugwort eo; artemisia white sagebrush eo; balsam copaiba eo; balsam gurjun eo; bergamot eo;  bois de rose eo; canaga eo; cardamom eo, co2 and abs; buddhawood eo and co2; cedarwood eo's; cassia eo and co2; cinnamon eo and co2; cade eo; birch tar eo; choya nakh; choya loban; choya ral; cypress eo and abs; fir silver eo; eucalyptus eo's; fir balsam eo and abs; elemi eo and abs; frankincense eo, co2 and abs; hiba eo; hinoki eo; juniper berry eo and co2; galbanum eo, co2 and abs;gingergrass eo; galangal eo and co2; labdanum abs and eo; lapsong souchong co2; lavender eo, co2 and and abs; lavandin eo and abs; laurel leaf eo and abs; lemon eo; lemon essence eo; lime eo; lime essence eo;muhuhu eo; myrrh eo, co2 and abs; oakmoss abs; orange eo; orange essence eo;pine needle eo and abs; peru balsam eo and abs; rosemary eo and co2; sage clary eo and abs; sage eo and co2;  sandalwood eo and co2;tangerine eo; tangerine essence eo; thyme eo, co2 and abs;tolu balsam abs; vetiver eo, co2 and abs; ylang eo, co2 and abs; yuzu eo
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Fir Balsam bark essential oil/New, Rare and Delightful!!!!

Fir Balsam bark essential oil/New, Rare and Delightful!!!! Abies balsamea

  • Product #1507
  • Part Distilledbark
  • Processsteam distillation
  • Growth Methodwild harvest
  • OriginCanda





Fir Balsam bark essential oil is a colorless liquid displaying a rich, woody, nutty, resinous bouquet with a delicate balsamic undertone.
In natural perfumery it is used in precious woods accords, forest notes, incense bouquets, colognes, fougere and chypre
Blends well with Blends well with agarwood eo and co2; benzoin abs; amyris eo; artemisia/mugwort eo; artemisia white sagebrush eo; balsam copaiba eo; balsam gurjun eo; bergamot eo;  bois de rose eo; canaga eo; cardamom eo, co2 and abs; buddhawood eo and co2; cedarwood eo's; cassia eo and co2; cinnamon eo and co2; cade eo; birch tar eo; choya nakh; choya loban; choya ral; cypress eo and abs; fir silver eo; eucalyptus eo's; fir balsam eo and abs; elemi eo and abs; frankincense eo, co2 and abs; hiba eo; hinoki eo; juniper berry eo and co2; galbanum eo, co2 and abs;gingergrass eo; galangal eo and co2; labdanum abs and eo; lapsong souchong co2; lavender eo, co2 and and abs; lavandin eo and abs; laurel leaf eo and abs; lemon eo; lemon essence eo; lime eo; lime essence eo;muhuhu eo; myrrh eo, co2 and abs; oakmoss abs; orange eo; orange essence eo;pine needle eo and abs; peru balsam eo and abs; rosemary eo and co2; sage clary eo and abs; sage eo and co2;  sandalwood eo and co2;tangerine eo; tangerine essence eo; thyme eo, co2 and abs;tolu balsam abs; vetiver eo, co2 and abs; ylang eo, co2 and abs; yuzu eo
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The Fragrant Attic Trunk-Quotations from various sources
Every attic counts old love-letters among its treasures, and when the rain beats on the roof and gray swirls of water are blown against the pane, one may sit among old trunks and boxes and bring to light the loves of days gone by.
The little haircloth trunk, with its rusty lock and broken hinges, brings to mind a rosy-cheeked girl in a poke bonnet, who went a-visiting in the stagecoach. Inside is the bonnet itself— white, with a gorgeous trimming of pink "lutestring" ribbon, which has faded into ashes of roses at the touch of the kindly years.
From the trunk comes a musty fragrance— lavender, sweet clover, rosemary, thyme, and the dried petals of roses that have long since crumbled to dust. Scraps of brocade and taffeta, yellowed lingerie, and a quaint old wedding gown, daguerreotypes in ornate cases, and then the letters, tied with faded ribbon, in a package by themselves.
The fingers unconsciously soften to their task, for the letters are old and yellow, and the ink has faded to brown. Every one was cut open with the scissors, not hastily torn, according to our modern fashion, but in a slow and seemly manner, as befits a solemn occasion.
Perhaps the sweet face of a greatgrandmother grew much perplexed at the sight of a letter in an unfamiliar hand, and perhaps, too, as is the way of womankind, she studied the outside a long time before she opened it. As the months passed by, the handwriting became familiar, but a coquettish greatgrandmother may have flirted a bit with the letter, and put it aside—until she could be alone.
All the important letters are in the package, from that first formal note, asking permission to call, which a womanly instinct bade the maiden put aside, to the last letter, written when twilight lay upon the long road they had travelled together, but still beginning: "My Dear and Honoured Wife."
Bits of rosemary and geranium, lemon verbena, tuberose, and heliotrope, fragile and whitened but still sweet, fall from the opened letters and rustle softly as they fall. Far away, in the peace which passeth all understanding, the writer of the letters sleeps, but the old love keeps a fragrance that outlives the heart in which it bloomed.
At night, when the fires below are lighted and childish voices make the old house ring with laughter, Memory steals to the attic to sing softly of the past, as a mother croons to her child.
Rocking in a quaint old attic chair, with the dear, familiar things of home gathered all about her, Memory's voice is sweet, like a harp tuned in the minor mode when the south wind sweeps the strings. Bunches of herbs swing from the rafters and fill the room with the wholesome scent of an old-fashioned garden, where rue and heart's-ease grew. With the fragrance comes a breath from that Garden of Mnemosyne, where the simples for heartache nod beside the River of Forgetfulness.
In a flash the world is forgotten, and into the attic come dear faces from that distant land of childhood, where a strange enchantment glorified the commonplace and made the dreams of night seem real. Footsteps that have long been silent are heard upon the attic floor, and voices, hushed for years, whisper from the shadows at the other end of the room.
A moonbeam creeps into the attic and transfigures the haunted chamber with a sheen of silver mist. From the spinning-wheel comes a soft hum and a delicate whir; then a long-lost voice breathes the first notes of an old, old song. The melody changes to a minuet and the lady in the portrait moves, smiling, from the tarnished gilt frame that surrounds her — then a childish voice says: '' Mother, are you asleep ?''
Down the street the postman passes,
bearing his burden of joy and pain. Letters from far-off islands, where the Stars and Stripes gleam against a forest of palms; from the snow-bound fastness of the North, where men are searching for gold; from rose-scented valleys and violet-fields, where the sun forever shines, and from lands across the sea, where men speak an alien tongue—single messages, from one to another.
Letters that plead for pardon cross the paths of those that are meant to stab; letters written in jest find grim earnest at the end of their journey, and letters written in all tenderness meet misunderstanding and pain, when the postman brings them home.
Letters that deal with affairs of state and shape the destiny of a nation; tidings of happiness and sorrow, birth and death, love and trust and the thousand pangs of trust betrayed: an hundred joys and as many griefs, are all in the postman's hands.
No wonder, then, that there is a stir in the house, that eyes brighten, hearts beat quickly, and eager steps hasten to the door of destiny, when the postman rings the bell!
Romance and the Postman
By MYRTLE REED

Ruth had several other reforms in mind, but deemed it best to wait. After breakfast, she remembered the lamp in the window and went up to put it out.
It was still burning when she reached it, though the oil was almost gone, and, placing it by the stairway, that she might not forget o have it filled, she determined to explore the attic to her heart's content.
The sunlight streamed through the east window and searched the farthest corners of the room. The floor was bare and worn, but carefully swept, and the things that were stored there were huddled together far back under the eaves, as if to make room for others.
It was not idle curiosity, but delicate sentiment, that made Ruth eager to open the trunks and dresser drawers, and to turn over the contents of the boxes that were piled together and covered with dust. The interest of the lower part of the house paled in comparison with the first real attic she had ever been in.
After all, why not? Miss Hathaway was her aunt,—her mother's only sister,— and the house was in her care. There was no earthly reason why she should not amuse herself in her own way. Ruth's instincts were against it, but Reason triumphed.
The bunches of dried herbs, hanging from the rafters and swaying back and forth in ghostly fashion, gave out a wholesome fragrance, and when she opened trunks whose
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lids creaked on their rusty hinges, dried rosemary, lavender, and sweet clover filled the room with that long-stored sweetness which is the gracious handmaiden of Memory.
Miss Hathaway was a thrifty soul, but she never stored discarded clothing that might be of use to any one, and so Ruth found no moth-eaten garments of bygone pattern, but only things which seemed to be kept for the sake of their tender associations.
There were letters, on whose yellowed pages the words had long since faded, a dogeared primer, and several well worn schoolbooks, each having on its fly-leaf: "Jane Hathaway, Her Book"; scraps of lace, brocade and rustling taffeta, quilt patterns, needlebooks, and all of the eloquent treasures that a well stored attic can yield.
As she replaced them, singing softly to herself, a folded newspaper slipped to the floor. It was yellow and worn, like the letters, and she unfolded it carefully. It was over thirty years old, and around a paragraph on the last page a faint line still lingered. It was an announcement of the marriage of Charles G. Winfield, captain of the schooner Mary, to Miss Abigail Weatherby.
'' Abigail Weatherby," she said aloud. The name had a sweet, old-fashioned sound. "They must have been Aunt Jane's friends." She closed the trunk and pushed it back to its place, under the eaves.
In a distant corner was the old cedar chest, heavily carved. She pulled it out into the light, her cheeks glowing with quiet happiness, and sat down on the floor beside it. It was evidently Miss Hathaway's treasure box, put away in the attic when spinsterhood was confirmed by the fleeting years.
On top, folded carefully in a sheet, was a gown of white brocade, short-waisted and quaint, trimmed with pearl passementerie. The neck was square, cut modestly low, and filled in with lace of a delicate, frosty pattern — Point d'Alencon. Underneath the gown lay piles of lingerie, all of the finest linen, daintily made by hand. Some of it was trimmed with real lace, some with crocheted edging, and the rest with hemstitched ruffles and feather-stitching.
There was another gown, much worn, of soft blue cashmere, some sea-shells, a necklace of uncut turquoises, the colour changed to green, a prayer-book, a little hymnal, and a bundle of letters, tied with a faded blue ribbon, which she did not touch. There was but one picture — an ambrotype, in an ornate case, of a handsome young man, with that dashing, dare-devil look in his eyes which has ever been attractive to women.
Ruth smiled as she put the treasures away, thinking that, had Fate thrown the dice another way, the young man might have been her esteemed and respected uncle. Then, all at once, it came to her that she had unthinkingly stumbled upon her aunt's romance.
She was not a woman to pry into others' secrets, and felt guilty as she fled from the attic, taking the lamp with her. Afterward, as she sat on the narrow piazza, basking in the warm Spring sunshine, she pieced out the love affair of Jane Hathaway's early girlhood after her own fashion.
Lavender and Old Lace
 By Myrtle Reed
N THE OLD ATTIC
JUNE XVL We awake this morning to country sunshine and joyance; the blackbirds chatter in the tall maples, and from its home in the woodland edge the ring-dove is softly pleading. The long-silent old House is sad only in memory now, for its halls are vocal with the song of children, merry, merry children,
"Crazy with laughter and babble and earth's new wine."
The sweet melancholy of the ring-dove's note seems veritably a token of the sentiment of the old House in these bright June hours, a " pensive recollection '' mingling with its present blithe music. Through all the months between our summers here, the ancient Homestead dreams in solitude. The tall colonial clock ticks not but stands mournful in its shadowy corner, the midnight mouse plays on the moonlit garret floor, and the quaint harpsichord stands silent and immelodious, a memorial of some ancestral " gentlewoman of the old school " who held not so strictly to the Quaker rule that she must shut music out of her sweet life.
"I know she played and sang, for yet
We keep the tumble-down spinet
To which she quavered ballads set
By Arne or Jackson."
In those long still months of autumn and winter the shuttered windows reflect no sunset skies, and the moaning winds pile with their store of faded leaves the deep doorways and the flag-paven porches. The great pine and the maples sway about the red chimneys, strewing the ground with ruined nests; November rains drip, drip sadly upon the mossy shingles; and the snows whiten roof and lawn and deserted Garden with their noiseless drift, across which the shy tree-dwellers leave their tiny footprints unseen save of the lonely old House. Naught but the venerable Mansion is witness of those shifting seasons or listener to the wild harmonies of the December storms.
But now the dream-year has ebbed away, and wakening June fills the once-quiet halls with its flood of soft light, its
"Sunshine beating in upon the floor
Like golden rain,''—
and its enchantments of echoed bird song and joyous child life.
Already the little folk—Brown-eyes and Eay and pensive Bunny and romping Will—have clambered to the old attic, that dreamland of childish hearts. Among its lumber of venerable furniture and hair trunks and antiquated finery they are making merry. How the garret ghosts must ache to be thus rudely encroached upon, and the mice scamper to their inmost holes below the rafters! The dear little folk are looking up with wonder at the strings of lavender and herbs that fill the dim attic with faint aromas; and now I hear the quaint lacquered spinet quavering in high and sorry tones under the touch of curious small fingers. Those melancholy and mournful echoes of airs long forgotten, and the soft fragrance of the dried lavender, rouse thoughts fainter even than memories or dreams—of the far-off days when the antique harpsichord stood in its pride in the ample drawing-room, and the youths and maidens of the hamlet, prim and sedate in their flowered silks and other dainty apparel, passed from singing part-songs around the little instrument to stroll among the lavender beds and the '' laylock '' and hollyhock corridors of the glowing Garden.
Ah, bonny children, you have started a pleasant vein of reverie for me this day, with your romping up beneath the eaves. It is in such hours, amid musings like these, and looking out upon so fair a landscape, that one has some glimpse of the abiding truth of things. It was William W. Story, I think, who wrote,
"Ah Heaven! we know so much who nothing know!
Only to children and in poets' ears,
At whom the wise world wondering smile and sneers,
Secrets of God are whispered here below.
Only to them, and those whose gentle heart
Is opened wide to list for Beauty's call,
Will Nature lean to whisper the least part
Of that great mystery which circles all."
The Book Lover: A Magazine of Book Lore, Volume 5




Silver Fir(Abies alba) Links

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Ambrette Seed(Abelmoschus moschatus) Links

Abelmoschus moschatus - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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Muskdana or Ambrette (Abelmoschus moschatus): Aromatic

Abelmoschus moschatus - World Agroforestry Centre

Abelmoschus moschatus - Herb Information

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CRC Handbook of Alternative Cash Crops

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Muskdana or Ambrette (Abelmoschus moschatus)

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Perfume Shrine: Musk Series 2: 

Abelmoschus moschatus - World Agroforestry Centre

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