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Fae on Friday – The Oakman

Or in this case – The Oak Woman


My heart achesand a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

-John Keats

Well that’s pretty intense, Mr. Keats.  But on this full moon I do have a touch of sadness.  The closing of summer sadness.  And the oak brings such comfort…  Just creeping around in them, meditating with my back resting on the tree.  Walking in a mature oak forest.




The oak woman/man welcomes authenticity and power.  Something I have been much seeking lately.   But with ease…



This week I have been busy in the perfumery creating a green inspired perfume.  A classic all-natural Fougere, with a warm, earthy base.  An herbaceous blend on a bed of oak moss and benzoin.  The top note, bright and crisp.  It’s aging now.  I hope to be able to share it soon.

Meanwhile, enjoy this pic of Missy enjoying the Oak woods (surprisingly she ignored the horse doodoo).


#oakmoss #keats #faerie #Fougere #Oak #naturalperfume

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