All the wonderful essential oils that I use in my practice (massage and various other voodoo that I do) are in my massage room which is in Tim’s apartment. This means I don’t encounter them on a daily basis unless I bring some over to the Home Office.
Today, I was next to a bookcase in my dining room when wonderful aromas alerted me that something good was nearby. I realized that a little atomizer of a flea-repelling blend I’d made for the dogs was sitting there, sending out a faint hint of lavender and cedar. I couldn’t resist, spraying some on my hands then putting them to my face for a big whiff.
What I’d forgotten was the carrier I used for those oils: apple cider vinegar. Now I smell like an unusual coleslaw, even after washing my hands twice.
You should bottle it and market your own line of coleslaw perfume. There must be someone out there who would like to attract a lover with an appetite for coleslaw. Eau de cabbage, perhaps?
Oh the silly things we manage to do to ourselves. If it makes you feel any better, I once put vicks vapor rub on my thighs at a softball game thinking it was icy-hot (cut me some slack, the containers look the same—sort of). — never told anyone…
That actually sounds very tasty my dear! 😉