Fireside Story For Strange Women 2012 Perfume Oil

Once upon a time, there were two friends who lived down by the river, where the smoke rises, next to the big tree. They lived in a cozy house with a chimney. They were doing well, for they had everything their hearts desired and they had nothing to fear, because they were also strong. One liked to go find wood and the other enjoyed collecting leaves and pine cones. In the evenings, they burned the resinous woods in the fireplace, buried their noses in the damp foliage and the ethereal green cones, and had a really nice life down there in the little, cozy house by the river.
One day, a box floated by on the river, and the two fished it out of the water, sniffed it, and said: "Oooh, vanilla!" The box smelled of vanilla. And what was written on the box? "Pa-na-ma," they read. "The box comes from Panama and Panama smells like vanilla. Oh, Panama is the land of our dreams!" they thought, "We must go there immediately tomorrow!" They made a signpost out of the box and set off on their way. Along the way, they met all sorts of people who asked them for directions to Panama, but they had no idea and always sent them to the left, so they were almost back home when they met two people who invited them to stay overnight in their house. There, they were allowed to sit on the cozy plush sofa and talked all night about Panama.
Once, they met a crow, and it led them to a tall tree and showed them their dreamland from there. But what they saw was nothing other than the land and the river where they had always lived. When they arrived in front of their house, they found a sign that read "Panama," thought they were there, danced with joy, set up the house, and everything was like before, only now it was even more beautiful, because they bought themselves a plush and very soft sofa.
Now they sat every evening in front of the fire, smelling the quiet, dense, resinous wood smoke, which at the very beginning had a slight fleeting note of smoked ham sneaking in, mixing with the damp leaves and the ethereal green cones, before the green-earthy smoke began to settle on the old wooden walls of the log cabin after about an hour, gently enveloping the two in a cozy embrace. "How good it is that we found Panama, right?" they said every evening, "The land of our dreams. We never need to leave again." And as they fell asleep on the sofa a few hours later, the archaic, skin-close, green-earthy-woody-resinous scent of smoke mingled with the smell of the plush, which smelled of dark vanilla.
(Adapted from Janosch)
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For Strange Women from Kansas City, Missouri, produce their perfume oils based on organic jojoba and coconut oil in combination with essential oils and plant extracts. The scents and samples come in lovingly designed small boxes with illustrative and descriptive little cards. All fragrances are handcrafted, vegan, free from synthetics, alcohol, parabens, and phthalates.