The Smell of Defeat
There comes a time in every artist’s life when they are forced to admit defeat. The medium defeats the artist’s best effort and they are forced to abandn the project. I pulled the trays this morning, and uncovered them. I checked on them tow weeks ago and I thought that the notes were off but I wanted to wait and see. This morning, the nose rebelled and I had to admit that the fragrance I had so carefully blended was just…well….bad.
I was trying for a spicy oudh, a somewhat heavy Oriental. What I ended up with was somewhere in the nieghborhood of burning cardbord, with basenotes of sulfur, and a middle note of burnt flour.
With materials priced at a premium, even at below wholesale, I have been forced to cut back severly on my experimental projects. Now I am back to the glass tubes to re-formulate and wait again. The cones I had originally wanted to release at the beginning of summer, along with the bakhoors will have to wait until spring. I can’t justify using large quantities of (in thhe most recent case, wasting) precious oils during this economic crisis.
I feel guilty for even trying. People cannot afford food, rent and many are homeless. I have decided to donate 20 percent of every sale to my local food bank until this crisis is over, so other than tiny experiments, I won’t be releasing anything new on a wide scale, simply because I can’t afford the cost of production.
So it is all the usual for now, at blackincense.com. No frills. No changes. No nonsense. Just the same beautiful incense.
Love to all,
I surrender to You, O Lord, and admit my unworthiness. Lord, Jesus Christ, haver mercy on all those who suffer, who are hungry, wounded and hurting from the world. Lord, Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner.