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Merry Christmas to All and to All A Goodnight…The Final Smoke Ring.

Posted in Arabian bakhour, bahkhoor, bakhoor, Christian incense, Cold War, desert bakhoor incense, Desert culture, Ethiopia, Incense, Life and Lifestyles, Orthodox Christianity, Orthodox Clergy and Information, perfume, Perfume Reviews, religion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 24, 2009 by blackincense

BPI and more specifically, Columbina, would like to wish all of her many friends, both in the world, and those who are not of it, a very Merry Christmas.  This blog has been closed for a while, but I wanted to end it on a positive note, at the close of this season.  It’s been a joyous ride, and I continue to blog about many other interests, life experiences, and art over at Tales From the Golden Ghetto.

But all good things must come to an end, and Smoke Rings has finally “dissipated”.

I am truly grateful to the following people who taught me how to blog, how to be a better writer, and frankly, how to be a better person.  Many of them are shy, and therefore, I will only use links to their blogs to name them. As I’ve said before, this isn’t some annoying, self absorbed “good-bye” or anything.  (First, I’d like to thank God for this award….LOL)

But I want to say to these lovely people:  All of you made 2009 bearable, and a wonderful journey of learning from mistakes, learning from suffering and learning about myself.  All of you helped to give me my greatest gift for Christmas:  my identity.  Through exploring so many subjects, topics and discussions with you, I finally came “home” in my heart and found out who I really am.  I will always be grateful to you and my hands will always find a way to help you, my lips a way to pray for you, my heart a way to love you, my head a way to bless you, my feet a way to direct you.

Kyrie Eleison, a voice of truth and beauty in the wilds of Montreal — a true sister on the Way.

Juvenaly, “Misha” Martinka of Theophany Designs – my beloved webmaster and friend, Mesa, Arizona

Uncle Clem – the distinguished, dignified, and truly humble Professor of Theology in Asheville, NC

Breaking Babylon — the son I never had.

The Desert Seeker —fellow TCK/global nomad, and truly humble teacher of many things arcane and Orthodox.

Sergius-Bob –wherever he may be, may he be blessed and know he always has a home.

Orthodox Monk — we’ve never met, but someday, God willing.  You helped me to learn how to quit being a victim, stand up for myself, for others and for the Faith, when necessary.  I’ll still be “stalking” you in cyber space, learning from your excellent example.

Justinian:  you defended me when I needed it, and you encouraged me when I was truly despairing.  You also taught me to stop using fragmented sentences and to be more precise!  LOL

Iconblogographer — Matthew Garrett:  inspiration, and gentleness.  As well as battling cosmic evil as Batman, you are da man.

I close this blog permanently, and with great gratitude to all of you and these words from Tolkien’s , “The Hobbit”, the ultimate TCK poem.

Roads Go Ever On — (c) JRR Tolkien

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

(C) Ted Naismith

Leaving the Shire by Artist (c) Ted Naismith


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Hibernating Until the Recession Is Over

Posted in Arabian bakhour, bahkhoor, bakhoor, Christian incense, desert bakhoor incense, Ethiopia, Incense, Life and Lifestyles, Orthodox Christianity, perfume, Perfume Reviews, religion on November 19, 2009 by blackincense

It’s been awhile since I wrote here, in any meaningful way about my work in perfume and incense, and I’m beginning to wonder if this blog has served the professional purpose.  I think it has and I will leave it up, but I unless there is something pressing to say about BPI or incense in general, I’ll probably be over at my personal blog (http://makinsense.wordpress.com).  This isn’t “goodbye” or anything desperate, annoying and self-pitying or anything like that.

🙂

I am just winding down in this area of my work.  The economy has forced serious cutbacks in experiments, and testing, so until it improves, I can’t really do much innovative stuff.  I’m just a single artisan after all, not a full blown factory. So while the reecession plods on, (I don’t believe a word of what Wall Street says — maybe those fat cats are living it up, but down here,  on the River, where I live with my low income tenants, thinigs are ever the same!) I have gone back to other mediums, namely painting and I’m enjoying the break it is giving me.    People really have no idea how physically demanding incense making is.  At least, not until I actually recruit them to help me in the workshop.  😉

As always, I welcome true friendship with no agenda — I have none, and expect none.

God bless you!

Columbina

Wonder what I will paint today?

An Open Letter to the Chemists, the “Little Old Ladies”, and the Other Frauds Who Write To Me

Posted in Christian incense, Incense, Orthodox Christianity with tags , , , , , on November 3, 2009 by blackincense

If anyone was expecting my next post (i.e. this one) to be full of spiritual learning, you’ll probably be disappointed, and might as well write me off now and move on to the next blog.  Maybe next time. This one is really, really long (over 4500 words even!)  and very boring unless you are interested in more tales of incense espionage.

For now, I need to address a couple of individuals, and I might as well do it in public, since they see nothing wrong with sending harassing e-mails.  Might as well, get this all over with in one shot so to speak.  I am simply tired of putting up with internet bullies, and people who are constantly trying to take advantage of other people’s generosity, knowledge, and hard earned experience.    (If you think I’m “terrible” for this post, you should see some of the stuff over at Orthodox Monk’s blog.  He doesn’t pull any punches either and at the end of the day, I’m not holy enough to ignore such bullies and cyber spies.  They’re irritating, transparent, and unethical and there is no reason to let it go unaddressed..)

To the “sweet little old lady”, (whose IP address is nowhere near Wisconsin, where she claims to live) who wrote to me asking me to “make me  up some perfume oil”  basically along with the recipe as a special order, my answer is:  You’re sweet, and your e-mail was nice, and yes, it’s nice too that you”re “close” to “Greek Orthodox” since you’re Roman Catholic, but no dice.  You are in fact asking for secrets, in spite of your disclaimer on the first line of your e-mail.    Also, since you asked, yes, I do know where you can buy ready made stick incense :  my website.   http://www.blackincense.com

Other than that, you might try the head shop in your town, since I don’t ship to Phuket (the origin of your IP address. )

To the Chemistry Teacher from Mary Baldwin College, in Staunton, Virginia otherwise known as HH:    You quickly became my favorite and just as quickly you became a nuisance.  Your story is so lengthy but I will summarise for our readers.

You placed an order in the beginning of October.  It was a little unusual in terms of quantities for a first order, but that’s all right.  I filled the order, and sent a note and you wrote back stating that you had received it, and you gave me a compliment and asked several unusual questions.  Here’s your e-mail, to refresh your memory.  I have bolded the unusual questions and other things that struck me as odd:

Dear Columbina,

The incense arrived safely.  Out of curiosity I have a few questions.  How did you arrive at the names for your incense?  I understand about Bob Marley.  How do you keep your incense from being sticky, since you add oils to the dry mixture?  How much oil do you add to a pound of dry mixture? Do you ever add a solvent?  What do you mean by curing some of the incense? You have a very interesting name.  Thanks for being prompt in sending my order.  I plan on making another order soon. I hope you will answer my questions in the near future.

In Christ,

HH

These questions are the equivalent of asking:  What’s your recipe and how can I copy it? But I ‘m a nice person so I tried to answer as honestly as I could without giving away the store.  Here was my response:

Dear HH,
Thank you so much for your kind words and for your questions.  I am glad to answer them as best I can.  I am delighted to hear that you are enjoying the incense.

The names for the incense were simply how my nose “thinks”.  I have been a perfumer for a long time and so I live very much through my nose, in the same way that others are “visual” or “auditory”.  It’s rather hard to explain, but put simply:  I experience the world primarily through my sense of scent.  My blog has some entries about this:
www.blackincense.wordpress.com

Drying, curing, etc:  You asked about this and it’s not a single procedure, but rather a combination of things.  Firstly, the mixture is always sticky in the beginning of the process. But I cure my incense for a minimum of 60 days, and up to 6 months depending on the blend.  Betonite clay is invaluable but too much of it, and you end up with something that is entirely too dry, too soon and it can ruin the scent.  In short, it’s a combination of:  atmospheric conditions (I live in a dry climate – Reno, Nevada and this helps immensely) proper oil compounds and accurate measurements, as well as the old standard:  keep in a cool, dry place away from all light.
Light, especially sunlight and direct harsh lighting, affect the oils and can change their composition, mostly for the worse.  I keep all my oils in dark amber, glass bottles in my workshop and I do most of my blending with the door closed, and limited artificial light.

Using betonite or a similar clay helps but the only thing that really does it in the end is time.  Anything will dry out, in time…given enough time, it will be dry enough to burn and will have lost its sticky consistency.

You also asked if I use a solvent — no, not at all.  Many incense makers do, in order to create more subtle scents, to make their oils “stretch” further, etc.  I choose not to and I simply prefer stronger, more pungent scents.  I have found that most Americans and western Europeans seem to gravitate toward lighter, more artificial scents (pumpkin spice, whatever that means, for example) or scents that are more commercially marketed.  I have also written about this in my blog and it’s an interesting subject — our noses have become consumers of successful marketing campaigns.

About formulas and measurements:   I cannot really guide you in this except to say that it’s all about “what’s right for me as an artisan”.   One pound of dry resin is actually not a lot of resin.  I make small batches but when I formulate it is in the several pounds and depending on the blend I am making, it could be more or less oil.
I would say as a very broad example one could plan on using quite a bit of oil for a one pound batch but this would entirely depend on the scent one is trying to create and how long it would actually take to cure.

Curing is not simply about “drying time”…it’s also about how the scent evolves and changes over time, according the other factors (climate, lighting, etc.)  This art is something that requires a lot of trial and error unfortunately.  It’s often frustrating and not as straightforward as cooking for example.  In a cooking recipe for custard, we can count on these ingredients and these combinations to create a custard.  But perfume, and specifically incense, is not that exact until you perfect the formula you are trying to make.  I am not trying to be vague but that’s simply the nature of the beast.

I hope this helps in your understanding.  I’m grateful for your interest!  God bless you!

In Christ, blah blah.

Actually, I now admit it:  I was a bit uncomfortable with the audacity of your questions and YEAH !  I was trying to be vague!  It’s none of your business what my recipes are, or anyone else’s for that matter.  That’s why they are called Trade Secrets and just because I’m a Christian doesn’t mean I have to allow you or anyone else to walk all over me and steal my store.

I even sent another email explaining more about the use of solvents.  Then I received the letter from the “sweet little old lady from Wisconsin”.  Then I received another email from you.

Your letter:

Dear Columbina,  You are very professional in your quick responses.  You definitely have people skills.I cannot believe you have so much knowledge and that you can analyze other people’s incense.  I guess your nose is to you as Caruso’s larynx was to him.  It was said after his death, “Kings come and go, but there was only one Caruso.”  Your two e-mails and your blog contain so much information that I need some time to digest all the information.  Then I will pester you with more questions.  I hope you don’t mind.  Just as you are intellectual and determined I am very curious.  My first grade teacher remembered me as the boy with 25 questions.

The flattery was nice, and I guess I was prideful and fell for that.  (Did anyone really expect true humility from ME?  Silly you. I’m without a doubt one of the biggest sinners on the planet.)

Here was my response with a few things ommitted for length/irrelevance:

Dear HH,
I am humbled by your kind words and compliments.  I only know what my nose tells me and I have learned to trust it.  I hope that you will trust me with your questions.  I will always try to answer as honestly and concisely as I can.

This art of mine has ruled my life for 40 years.  Recently, I was asked by police to isolate a scent…(edited for time/space/irrelevant)
Our lives are filled with scent whether we knowit or not, and we are only children of God, trying to do the right thing.
God bless you – please don’t hesitate to send your questions.

And still I was giving you the benefit of the doubt.  Then came the Big Clue that Columbina missed at first (still blinded as she was by your praise of her — what  a dummy I am ) :

Dear Columbina,
> I hope things
> are going well with you and your work.    I have two very
> exciting incenses:  Rosa Mystica and
> Basilica.  I would very much appreciate your allowing
> me to send you some
> and your analyzing them for me, similarly the way you
> analyzed the Trappist
> Incense.  I know you have a good nose, and I am
> curious about what makes
> them so fragrant.  I will send
> enough for you to enjoy and to analyze.

At first I agreed.  I wasn’t thinking, and had quite forgotten about Prinknash Abbey, the makers of Basilica and Rosa Mystica.  I hadn’t seen their stuff for awhile and just simply answered you without thinking.

(Answer was: Sure, no problem!  Send it on…because I’m still naive and thinking you are just “curious”  Ordinarily, the only people who do this are close friends, confidants and colleagues, but why not?  Send it on….To think what could have happened.).

After I sent my agreement, it hit me as I walked through the library of my apartment and I saw a mortar and pestle on a table–Basilica and Rosa Mystica???  Who is this guy who is flattering me, trying to get formulas from me???  Who is this that wants me to analyze a TOP SECRET RECIPE from Benedictine MONKS???

You had written back and your email said:

Dear Columbina,

Thank you for your quick reply and willingness to accommodate me.  I am not
surprised as I sensed earlier that you are very professional and eager to
please.

You should receive the material soon -blah, blah.

I’ve never been ‘eager to please” in my entire life.  I was polite, I was helpful and I was very trusting and hoped you trusted me to give you good answers.  But if my priest heard someone describe me as “eager to please” he would spew his tea, and ask if you met an imposter.    But now I ran a google search.  I wrote to you and asked you to level with me and asked you point blank…well, here’s the e-mail I sent you just so we are all on the same page:

Dear HH,
Before you send on your samples, why don’t you just level up and tell me what you’re after?
I mean no insult to you, but I must confess that I am highly suspicious of anyone who suddenly wants to correspond about incense, incense properties, techniques, scents and their origins, etc.  Especially if it is from someone I have never heard of in the industry.
If I am being used to betray the blending secrets of myself or others then I would have serious objections to that.

As always, in Christ, but by no means a pushover,
Columbina

My google search revealed that you are a chemistry instructor at Mary Baldwin College, that you and your wife are “experts” in perfume, and notably in this case, incense and frankincense and other resins.  Additionally, you had done research in ancient resins , etc.

An important detail, don’t you think?

You sent an outraged letter, protesting your innocence and purity of heart and intention.  You stated…well, let’s look at the letter:

Dear Columbina,

I was very shocked by your last e-mail.  How does one learn about a subject?  From someone who knows enough to teach.  I thought you would be that person.

Of course you have not heard about me.  I am not in the industry.  Why did I ask you to analyze some samples?  Because someone sent you a sample, and you analyzed it and published the analysis on the internet.    That gave me the idea that you would do it for me.  Notice carefully I asked you for permission to send you two samples.  I did not just do so without your permission.  It should be obvious I did not take you for granted.  Isn’t that leveling?

You asked me to trust you.  I did so and did not say you need to furnish some evidence of your trust.  Furthermore, I did not consider you a pushover.  I merely tried to praise you by saying I appreciated and trusted you by saying I was not surprised by your willingness to help me.   Did you want me to say I was so surprised to think you are a nice person?  What on earth has caused you in such a short time to change your opinion of me?

I got interested in incense as an altar boy.  I became so intrigued with incense that as an adult I made some incense and sold it to two church goods stores.  It turned out to be too much work, and I realized that I would be very happy to make incense for two nearby churches as a free gift to them.  After learning about you on the internet, I thought you could give me some help in making better incense.  Then the gifts I would give would really be great.

(This was the first I had heard of this — and only then, after I confronted you.  In the beginning, you simply said, “out of curiosity”.)

I am sorry that for some unknown reason I have upset your conscience.  Now I don’t have to worry that you helped me and later had problems with your conscience.

I told you right on that I had an intellectual curiosity and hoped you would not consider me a pest.  I haven’t the foggiest idea of what you mean by “to level with you.”

How much leveling do you want?

I will not bother you again about receiving help on incense craftsmanship, since you have doubts about helping me.  A woman has the prerogative to change her mind.  However, I am glad you expressed yourself now rather than make me later feel guilty about your help.

We are all human and I learned a long time ago not to be angry or judge.  We all make mistakes and want to start over.  Moreover,   I still feel that you are an exceptionally nice person.  For some reason you have doubts, and doubts don’t ruin a person.  It shows we are human.

Best wishes and success in your work.

I then felt that I should at least respond and give you the courtesy of an explanation of my request for honesty:

HH,

In your initial inquiry, you failed to disclose the following:

You are an instructor of chemistry at Mary Baldwin College.  Your wife is a professor of Chemistry at the same college.  In addition, you are both known as experts on frankincense and other resins and on incense in general. Both of you have written and lectured extensively on the subject.  Since you do not need me to identify actual ingredients (you are easily capable of this in the lab) I can only surmise that you are trying to determine formulas and more creative aspects, either to create your own incense line, or for a competitor.

For the record, Basilica Incense is world famous and it’s formulation is a closely guarded secret and for good reason.  Although I can identify all nine components, I will not do so.  The Benedictines who created that formula make their living from it’s secrets.  The same applies to Rosa Mystica.  You are perfectly capable of doing this in your lab anyway.
I also note that your recent research on the nose as spectrometer may have something to do with your inquiry.  I refer you then to Chandler’s Burr’s excellent work, “The Emperor of Scent”.

At first, I failed to make the connection.  Now that I have, it is disingenuous at best, for you to remain offended by my request for honesty.

Your interest, rather than being “intellectual” is more along the lines of industrial.  Omission of the truth and pertinent facts can be construed as a lie and does not lend itself to trust between people.

And you’re right – I’m still a nice person.  I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and every opportunity to make this right.

Suzanne

That was on October 31, and for my trouble, I received :

Dear Suzanne,

I appreciate your concern.  However, you did not ask for my life’s history.
I did not ask for yours.  Furthermore, I told you that I sold some incense
for a short time on a limited scale.  It was so limited I did not need a
license. I made a very small profit which I indicated in the Miscellaneous
Section of the Income Tax.  A real profit would have required a license.  I
checked this out before I started with a Tax consultant, as I had no
intention in doing a real business.  This was a small hobby.

Let me emphasize that I am not at all interested in going into the incense
business.  I give as gifts incense to two of my favorite churches.

You are the one who sells incense, and you know the ingredients in the two
incenses that I mentioned.  Is that okay for you?  Since you sell incense,
you could be tempted to use the formulas of the monks.  However, because of
my trust in you, I know you will not.  Do you have any reason to mistrust
me?  I have no desire at all to use their formulas or put them out of
business.  There are other honest people besides you.

However, I notice that some of your incense selections can be used for
church services.  Where did you get your ideas about how to make Church
incense?  What influenced you or did the information come from osmosis?

My work at MBC as you can easily see has been strictly intellectual.  There
is no indication of making formulas.

I am fully retired from teaching and I do not need a job.  I spend my time
on studying incense literature, Church history, Church liturgy, going to
plays, seminars, and concerts.  Retiring is very tiring.  I do not have the
energy to go through the work that is required in selling incense.  I told
you that earlier.

I explained that I wanted your help in improving the gifts I give through
your perspective on commercial makers from your knowledge of how other
commercial creators, like the monks, make their incense.

No, I do not now have access to a laboratory and therefore have no way of
doing any analytical work on any commercial incenses, since I am retired.
Nor do I have a nose as you do to help me.  You are like highly fortunate
people who tell the less gifted to be satisfied with what they have.  If
they try to improve their situation some might feel they were dishonest.

I know I have wasted my time in explaining, since you are completely
prejudiced towards me, as the only things you agree with me are those that I
notice that are positive about you.

I well know about my work experience at MBC being on the internet.  If you
were interested you could have asked me about what my civilian capacities
have been.   Do you think I would be stupid enough to lie to you when I know
you could check it out?  I am surprised in your detective work you
overlooked the fact that I published a book on the history of a church.  Did
you leave that out as what you found added to my history work would make me
too literary and not formulary?

I hope you and your family had a fun Halloween and I wish you the best.
Maybe in the future you can finally find one good thing to say about me and
maybe in the long distant future that I have not lied to you about anything.
Or on the other hand maybe you never had any desire to help others with your
knowledge.  What a tragedy if everyone felt that way.  We would be living in
the Dark Ages and fighting diseases we now cure.

This really is not a criticism of you but an attempt to answer your
objections to me.  You have enough information on me to write my biography.
I know very little about you.  I will not defend myself anymore.  If you
have no intentions of helping me just say so.  You are not obligated to help
me learn more about incense.

HH

I did not respond since YOU ARE CORRECT:  I am not obligated to you or to anyone else no matter how many flattering things they say about me, and how they try to hide behind some sort of higher moral ground.  (Wherever it is I don’t see it.)

Then, thinking I had heard the last, I got this gem:

Dear Susanne,

This is just a short PS.

If I can analyze the material discussed, why would I ask for your help?

I play the piano.  If Vladimir Horowitz were judging me along with other students in a recital, I am certain he would not ask me for lessons.

I clearly explained to you why I wanted your help in improving my incense—to make my two free gifts of better quality.  You just don’t get it.  (You’re right, I don’t understand why you didn’t just say this in the beginning, rather than lead me to believe it was only an intellectual curiosity.  Additionally, you only explained this later, after I confronted you about it.)

I stated that I will give no more responses to fresh interrogations.  Therefore, I would appreciate it if you would give me your final decision about helping me no later than Thursday, November 5. 2009.    No response in this time period indicates a “No.”  After that date I will never ask for your help.  Furthermore, this subject will not be opened at a further date, as this debate is going nowhere.  In Christ,  HH

Well, that was a relief!  I thought, “Great – I won’t respond and he’ll go find someone else to correspond with and get the answers he wants, but it won’t be me who gives away the store that belongs to Benedictine monks, for crying out loud.”

It was not to be.  In spite of not responding to you, I received this lovely missive this evening.  At least you are no longer hiding behind pretty language, flattery and disingenous outrage.  I loved the insults though—they are very becoming for a mature Roman Catholic who prides himself on his love of church.  I am going to answer this here, line by line:

Dear Columbina,

I have some very good news for you that will make you extremely happy.   Before presenting the news I want to go over the thought processes that led to the good news.You claimed you were very happy to answer for me all questions about incense—–Yet you quickly changed your mind.

(That’s correct HH – as soon as I figured out your game, I had every right to change my mind.)

You claimed I could trust you———trust you about what???????    (Giving you good answers, which I did.)

You said I omitted pertinent information about myself————When did you ask me anything about my background????????  (I didn’t realize I had to ask you to fill out a questionaire.  It’s common courtesy to disclose one’s credentials at the outset of any learning opportunity especially if you are presenting yourself as a novice, when in fact, you have a certain expertise.)

You said I lied——————————What did you ask me about that I was untruthful?———-Absolutely nothing—a figment of your artistic imagination

(Actually, this is not what I said.  I said, that “omission of the truth can be construed as a lie.”  Don’t misquote me, HH and don’t put words in my mouth. I don’t like it.  I’m not one of your students who needs your approval and grovels to get it.)

You said I was interested in going industrial or helping a competitor.——-You have no evidence to support that statement—another figment  (I did not say that.  I said “.Your interest, rather than being “intellectual” is more along the lines of industrial.”  But now I am saying it, because it occurs to me that ‘Thou doth protest too much.’ )

When you started raising objections, I foolishly thought you would be genuine enough to reconsider—–Then I realized that you could change your mind quickly again.  (You’re right — what makes you think I’m obligated to answer any emails at all.  You were lucky to get what you got, which  wasn’t very much and frankly, it’s of no consequence.)

What benefit of the doubt did you give me?——Every explanation I gave was followed by new objections—Is this what you call giving me every chance to clear things  (I have not responded to any of your explanations except the one noted above.  What “new objections” are you talking about?)

Your incense is not entirely original—use of the Athonite style——What is wrong in your helping me get ideas from other styles?  (Insulting my work isn’t very productive is it?   It’s common technique in lower debate classes however:  insult the other person and hope they cave in to your “superior” intelligence.   Use of the Athonite style does not make my work “unoriginal”.  It simply is a style, in the same way that a “impressionism” is a style of art.   I suppose I could use start scenting moon rocks, but they are hard to obtain and I suspect they wouldn’t burn very well.  That’s like saying making perfume isn’t original because it’s oil.  Or that a painting isn’t really original since it has people in it and da Vinci’s paintings have people too.  As for what’s wrong with it, here it is:  don’t claim to be a Christian, and then use flattery and avoid disclosure,  to obtain the secret ingredients to, and copy someone else’s art.  Last I checked, this is still considered immoral and unethical.)

As you can see and really know deep down, your objections are ludicrous.  (I only made one and actually, I don’t “know deep down” anything of the kind.  But I suspect a guilty conscience from the extreme nature of your reaction.)    However,   I will never again ask you to help me to craft incense purely out of consideration and respect for your wishes.  (Glad to hear it; pouting does not become a man of your stature and these continuous, outraged emails from you are exactly that.)

I am happy that I really have no immediate need and possibly no need ever for special teachings, since my interest is strictly in the category of a hobby.  (Keep telling yourself that.) If an opportunity does arise for special teaching, I did learn one VERY IMPORTANT LESSON from you:  Check in advance if the instructor requires an FBI check before an applicant is accepted.  This is the LAST PAGE. (thank the Lord for  His mercy!) We will now close the book. (Terrific!) Best wishes and thank you. (You’re welcome) Most sincerely,  HH

And I learned something very valuable from you HH.  Namely:

B.S. simply means just that:  bull snot. ( 😉 )

MS means More of the Same.  and a Ph.d. no doubt means Piled Higher and Deeper.

A master’s degree is not a sign of respectability, nor courtesy.  Being a Roman Catholic is not a guarantee of Christian values either.  Additionally, I have determined never to take your advice precisely because it was designed to flatter me into pride:  I will NEVER write a book on incense, or perfume, for that matter.  Because I learned its secrets from Christians who trusted me.  I would never betray that trust and those secrets, although not unique to me, many nuns and monks are aware of them, yet, they go to the grave with me.

“Most sincerely” to you too,

Columbina

PS:  As a result of this experience, I will no longer be answering questions on technique, blending, formulations, etc.  I have in the past, helped out when sincere people were simply asking for personal advice on project they had already disclosed, but no longer.  Alas, my days as a naive idiot who falls for flattery are over.  From now  on, I will remind myself that :

I am of no consequence.  I have made no spiritual progress, and my opinion is worthless to anyone.  If I keep saying it, maybe I’ll be able to avoid these situations in the future.

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The Smell of Defeat

Posted in Arabian bakhour, bahkhoor, bakhoor, Christian incense, desert bakhoor incense, Incense, Orthodox Christianity, perfume on August 10, 2009 by blackincense

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,

C.

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.

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The Road to Gorgon

Posted in Arabian bakhour, bahkhoor, bakhoor, Christian incense, desert bakhoor incense, Desert culture, Incense, Orthodox Christianity, religion with tags , , , , , , on February 11, 2009 by blackincense

Gorgon lies in northern Iran, forgotten by most people I know.  But I canot forget and I must never forget.  Gorgon for me, will always be a holy place.  I knew Haik Hovsepian.  I was very young but I knew him and his family.  On the road to Gorgon in 1964,  his first son was killed in an accident, along with three other children from the Bliss family. also good friends of ours.  This was before my time, and I came to know them much later, before the Shah fell, and before the true Persia was wiped off the maps forever.

Safi Abad, where I lived....not in this big palace silly!  Behind it, up on the mountain in a small house.

Safi Abad, where I lived....not in this big palace silly! Behind it, up on the mountain in a small house. Haik came to visit us and to minister to us as Christians...we had no one else.

But still, his wife Takoosh and Haik pursued Christ.  They became missionaries for a Protestant church inside Iran, at a time when Christ’s name was reviled among Iranians.  If you were to ask Haik and Takoosh, they would tell you that they were “Persian”, not Iranian.  The distinction is important although I doubt that many westerners know this.

For Takoosh, to be Persian meant to be a free woman.  For Haik, it meant to be free of the Savaak, the Iranian political police.  For both of them, to be Persian, meant to be Christian.  Haik was martyred for Christ in 1994.  He was stabbed to death in a forgotten alley in Tehran by Muslims faithful to Ayatollah Khomeini.   His death was a severre blow to my family.  I will always remember the courtyard of their home.

They lived in a poor suburb of Tehran, and yet, their house had the only penny wishing well within maybe 15,000 square miles.  Because only a Christian household would tolerate such a fanciful thing.  And they were the only Persian Christians who dared to speak Christ’s name within the same radius.  Haik gave me pennies of every kind to throw in his fountain:  American, British, and Canadian.  Haik saved his pennies from western nations so that he could give them to children of every colour, every ethnic background.  Our family carries his little tradition by keeping our coins from all over the world in our Persian alabaster bowl.  But we are too poor of spirit to build a wishing well.

Takoosh made baklava, from scratch.  Patiently, she laid each parchment thin sheet of handrolled pastry onto the baking pan.  I wanted to scream for instant satisfaction, but I said nothing.  As she spread the fresh almond marzipan onto the sheets, I thought I would die from Pavlov’s disease. Then she would go and ruin it by pouring boiled saffron onto my rice and say “Eat up.  No baklava until you eat the kabab.”  Tender, spiced lamb that falls off the stick.  Then she would take me shopping and tell me to go and see if I can find the rials stuck in the ice on the streets.  Every time I brought back rials, that were not really “found treasures” but more like stray bullets for the beggars, she would put it in a special jar for the poor.

In the Shah’s time, there were ice skating rinks, and roller skating rinks in Tehran, which meant for me, the only real reason to go there.  We would stay in an apartment, paid for by the Americans, and Ali, a “superintendent” of the building, would always have a gift for me.  He was a convert to Christianity from Islam, but nobody ever talked of this.  To do that was to invite disaster on him, but not because of the Savaak or the Shah.  Because of the Islamic extremests who were gaining power even in 1976.

That was the year we got a special invitation from the Shah’s wife to come and see the Crown Jewels on a private tour.  I got to hold the golden globe, made by the best jewelers in the souk.  It had sapphires for the oceans, and emeralds for land masses. Diamonds were for the polar caps and rubies were for anything south of the equator.  I held it in my hands.  Princessa Farahnaz, older than me by a few years,  took it from my hands and said, “You are a good friend to us. Would you like to see my Nancy Drew books?”  She wore a jasmine perfume I have never been able to create.  We played on a terrace overlooking Safi Abad and she wondered out loud if my hair was really “that” black, because I wasn’t Persian.  I wondered if her eyeliner was tattooed on.  Later in my life, I discovered that this was the very latest thing:  to tattoo your “eyeliner”.

“See?  See the flaw???”  Haik taught me to study the kilim, the traditional Persian carpets.  The best come from Nain or Bukhaara, and are made of silk. Each one is made from hand looms, and flaws are intentionally placed in the design. Because only Allah is perfect.  “See it????”  He would point to it, to make sure I saw what he saw.  “Yes I see it!”  I would jump up off my chair and haik would pat my head.  “Good girl.  You are a good girl.”  I still have the small silk Bukhaara bedside  carpet that he gave me for my very own, grownup girl room.  I used to sit on it and pretend to be flying across the world.  It still smells like almonds, baklava, and saffron to me.

Anyone who says that Christ cannot work outside of Orthodoxy never met Takoosh or Haik. And people who don’t say that, but who are just a bit too strong in their defensiveness against Protestants, have never been outside their comfortable, free, and indulgent western country.   And they also deny the whole of the Old Testament.

A  Cry From Iran

The road to Gorgon is lonely.  They say it is the loneliest place God ever built.  The scents of Gorgon rise up to meet my memory as saffron, mixed with dust and shoes that have been worn for too long and don’t quite fit rightly.  But it is the place that Christ will walk someday, to call up the bones of his tiny martyr, Haik’s son.  And then our Lord will walk all the way back to Tehran, and call up the bones of Haik, his beloved friend, and martyr for the Truth, a Person!  And our Lord will say, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Road to Gorgon.

Road to Gorgon.

New Inspiration

Posted in Arabian bakhour, bakhoor, Christian incense, desert bakhoor incense, Desert culture, Ethiopia, Incense, Orthodox Christianity, perfume, religion with tags on February 9, 2009 by blackincense

I have been making cones for a week now, long into the night, every night.  They will be ready for soaking by next week when they are finally completely dry.

Many hopes and dreams were rolled into these new fragrances and cones, and I just wanted to share with you the inspiration for each of them.  I only pray that my hands and my nose are worthy.   My hands are very sore after making all these cones!  I can hardly type.  My arthritis is my reminder of how imperfect I am.

The following are how the labels for each will read, but they are the sayings of holy men that I have held captive in my heart for a long while now.  I hope these sayings will bless your life too.

Caspian Caravan

Isaiah 60:6

“The multitude of camels shall cover thee, the camels of Midian and Ephah; all they from Sheba shall come: they shall bring gold and incense; and they shall shew forth the praises of the LORD.”

“ The man who follows Christ in solitary mourning is greater than he
who praises Christ amid the congregation of men.” St. Isaac the Syrian

Bedu Balm

Bedu means “one who lives in the desert”. The desert is not about geography. It is about the uncharted landscape in our own hearts, that keeps us from God.–BPI

“As a pilot calls on winds and a storm-tossed mariner looks
homeward, so the times call on you to win your way to God. As
God’s athlete, be sober; the stake is immortality and eternal
life.”  St. Ignatius the God-bearer

Cedars of Lebanon

Ps. 92″The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like the cedar in Lebanon” (Psalm 92:12).

“At the Last Judgment the righteous will be recognized only by
their humility and their considering themselves worthless, and not
by good deeds, even if they have done them. This is the true
attitude.”  Holy New Hieromartyr Barlaam

African Rivers:

“In Africa, I saw how true the Gospel of Christ is! Everything that He said about the possession of men by the demons, I saw first hand. However, the Living and True God is more powerful than Satan and all his servants. Let it be understood, however, that true missionary-apostolic work cannot be carried out in Africa if one does not decide to leave his bones there.”

Blessed Cosmas of Grigoriu

The Oasis....our Lord Jesus Christ, who is everywhere present and fills all things

The Oasis....our Lord Jesus Christ, who is everywhere present and fills all things

The Bahkhoor Review ….The Sergius-Bob Reviews Part 2,

Posted in Arabian bakhour, bahkhoor, bakhoor, desert bakhoor incense, Desert culture, Incense, Orthodox Christianity, Perfume Reviews, religion with tags , , , , , , , , on February 1, 2009 by blackincense

As I said in my last posting, my good friend and brother in Christ, “Sergius-Bob” (who is linked on my blog roll and all of you should visit him and read his stuff) sent me some beautiful bahkhoors that he had picked up on his travels.  He sent these to me, as a fellow incense lover, because he knew I would very much love to see them and try them.  What a glorious gift!!!!

True, desert bahkhoors, are the original scents of the desert:  amber, frankicense, myrrh, and oppoponax, blended with pure floral oils.  But in the middle east today, these scents have been forgotten, for the most part, by Islamic perfumers who have wanted to keep up with the west.  You have to search the bazaar very hard, to find true desert bahkhoor.

Now, to set you up for this, you should know that in Islamic countries, especially Saudi Arabia, Iran and Egypt, the bahkhoor ceremony is a very deep gift of friendship.  Leaving aside all arguments about religion and theology, let us appreciate the deep reverence that Islamic people have for others they consider a true friend.

When I was a little girl, I lived in Behshahr, Iran.  This is the far north of Persia, in the mountains, about an hour from the Caspian Sea.  I wanted to go every weekend to the Caspian in hopes I would see the wild Caspian ponies because i loved horses.  In my mind, they were the same thing as the going to Isfahan, and seeing the horse races.  And if my parents took me to the horse races, I could go to the bazaar where I was sure to go into the gold souk which was filled with magical smells.

So for me, the smell of wild ponies is mixed with bahkhoor — there is no separating them in my mind.

My brother and I played in this ruin on the shore of the Caspian...no disclaimers were posted...

My brother and I played in this ruin on the shore of the Caspian...no disclaimers were posted...

When you approach the souk, you have to get through the crowds of people and the merchants crying out for a bargain on silk.  Then come the tailors and the smell of preserved cottons, and knits.  These are laid out on tables all in a row, piled high, and you cannot tell one color from another because you are dizzy from looking at them.  Moving through the fabric merchants, you come to the luxury sellers, (yes, there is order in chaos), and they sell all the goods for the home, and “jelly shoes” and net bags that smell like garlic, and noone bread.  Someone presses a piece of noon into your hand, and it’s still warm from the “oven” and has a layer of dirt on it.  Someone’s grandmother cooked it in her backyard where her son dug a hole, and lit a fire.  The fire is lit by cedar and pine pitch, flavoring the bread and maybe your eyes burn  a bit, but it’s a small thing to deal with.

A man in rags brings his horse and cart into the souk and starts selling bolts of fabric off the back.  You think it must be stolen but you don’t care, and mind your own business.  The horse is covered in stiff leather—it’s so stiff you think it might break from age.  This same horse, in the same old leather, will “compete” in the horse race later in the week.

Now you are suddenly recognized as a westerner and you are escorted (against your will) to the doorway that no one else is allowed to pass.  Outside this doorway is a leper, with open sores, and you want to die and shrink in his place.  But your escort throws coins at him and he is silent so you pass through the door into a world that is made entirely of gold.

Someone in white robes comes to you and begins swirling a smoking mubhkahr around you, above you and just below the hem of your dress (because you wouldn’t wear anything else in a Muslim country) and you feel a bit “high” not because of what the mubhkahr contains but because you are overwhelmed by this ritual.  And it is a ritual, because all the time this person is bowing before you with this mysterious smoking bowl, they are praying over you, to “Allah” to have a long life, and many children to comfort you, and all the good things that only “Allah” can bestow upon you.  It never occurs to you to tell them they are “wrong” and that Islam isn’t the real faith, because at that time, in that moment, it doesn’t matter- they are being very kind to you in the best way they know how.

John 12: Mary then took a pound of very costly perfume of pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped His feet with her hair; and the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of His disciples, who was intending to betray Him, said,”Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and given to poor people?” Now he said this, not because he was concerned about the poor, but because he was a thief, and as he had the money box, he used to pilfer what was put into it. Therefore Jesus said, “Let her alone, so that she may keep it for the day of My burial.

Your mother walks confidently over to the counter and the jeweler bows very low because the depth of his bow is the depth of his respect for you.  You watch and listen as your mother describes to the jeweler what she wants and every time she finishes a sentence he bows deeply again.  You smell the horse and merchant in the street, and when someone sees your nose wrinkling from that experiment, they bring the mubhkhar over again to “cover” the scent.  You wish they wouldn’t, but it’s so pleasant and you allow yourself to get a little carried away on the scent that you know is a copy of a French perfume, but you would never say so.

Your mother settles the bargain on a clear topaz, the clearest that has ever been found by a human being, and it will be set in a 22 karat gold setting, swirled, to “cradle” the gem.  It is not an expensive bargain, and your mother is very pleased with herself.  She will have her “diamond” and only she and the jeweler will know the difference at a glance.  As you leave the souk, you are censed again, with the mubhkhar, and the jeweler b0ws so long his forehead touches the floor.

During the ride home, your mother decides to stop off at your maid’s house, to give her a paycheck and to drop off some food and other items.  You arrive at a mud covered house, about the size of a “studio apartment”.  12 people live there, all together with no bathroom.  Your mother is shocked at the conditions and later hires a contractor to build a proper 3 bedroom house.  But here and now, your nose is assaulted by the smell of human poverty and yet, they too, bring a mubhkahr filled with the same mysterious scent, copied from the grand house of Yves St. Laurent.  You recognize the scent.  It’s Rive Gauche and you know that because your mother wears it all the time.

Aldehydes, mettalic and heavy oakmoss, sprinkled with notes of rose geranium and jarring notes of amber.  An aluminum can spray, banded in black and blue, and Rive Gauche, Yves St. Laurent in long-hand script on the side.  The scent came out in 1970 so actually your mother is a bit behind in the fashionable department.

An old woman, older than you have ever imagined a person could be, comes shuffling to you with the mubhkhar and suddenly you are covered in smoke:  Rive Gauche.  Yves St. Laurent.  In the poorest home in all of Behshahr.Your chador (yes, you wear one.  When in Behshahr, do as the Behsharans do and do your best to be polite about it.)  is scented for days with the bahkhoor of Rive Gauche.  And you think that everyone lives this way.

And you begin to take the Islamic hospitality ritual for granted.  Until some dear friend sends you a gift of bahkhoor in the mail.  And then, you are transported back…back to being a little girl in Behshahr.  An hour from he Caspian.  An hour from freedom.

The bazaar in Tehran - 1975

The bazaar in Tehran - 1975