Every year by mid August I am dying for fall, chilly mornings and long pants. Around the house I start thinking about earth tones and natural textures. Like faux antlers and a vase full of pheasant feathers from my father who has been hunting birds for decades.
This year, as I am making my own soy candles, I also thinking about fall scents. Growing up, fall meant starting to carry and stack firewood. The raw pungent smell of split oak logs is a favorite scent. Unfortunately there is either no market for oak essential oil or it is too difficult to produce. So I am going ahead with the season's traditional allspice and clove and blending in more mature, earthy oils like sweet vetiver and dark patchouli and rounding out the line with bright juniper berry and fresh balsam. The wood candles in the picture, which we got a year ago, have been cleaned out of the parafin wax and are waiting for fresh soy.
