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Nectar, Ambrosia, and Earthly Peace
On the early morning of the second day of Christmas, I continue my journey through the seasons of the Himalayas. Summer in Paro takes me southwest of Tibet to the small town of Paro in western Bhutan, the country dedicated to happiness. As early as the 18th century, happiness was defined as a political goal, and in 1979, the king coined the term "Gross National Happiness." Paro was once contested between Tibet and Bhutan, where caravans arrived, and today it is a tourist destination with many sights from ancient times. Additionally, it lies in a fertile valley where rice, apples, and potatoes are cultivated.
A word about the house Hima Jomo. It is not located in Asia but in the old perfume city of Grasse and is committed to sustainability. 95% of the essences are said to be natural, no animals are to suffer in the manufacturing process, the packaging is to be recyclable, and Hima Jomo donates €1 for every bottle sold to WWF for the preservation of nature in the Himalayas. "Hima" refers to the Himalayas, "Jomo" means the Holy Mother in Tibetan according to the note included with my sample set, and it is also an acronym, a word formed from initial letters, namely "Joy Of Missing Out." I would translate "Missing Out" in this context as leaving something out, less is more, or just letting things be. Delphine Thierry has extracted all four seasons.
What awaits me now in summer in Paro? I am greeted by a rather resinous yet soft scent, honey, Nepalese Sichuan pepper, and petitgrain are said to be present; for me, as a novice in perfumery and someone who has not yet traveled to the Himalayas, the latter is entirely new. I already love pink pepper; this pepper is not sharp either, but vibrantly full and harmoniously integrated into the trio of fragrance notes. Summer in Paro approaches me warm, light, and cozy. I stand in the dappled shade of tall trees, bees buzz and visit mauve, yellow, and white flowers. A warm breeze blows, carrying aromas that make me linger in the moment of the eternity of summer; I lean against a tree and open my nose and lungs wide.
I am a little dazed, having dreamt in the embrace of Jomo; she now brings me woody aromas, benzoin, osmanthus, and amyris, she explains to me. I surrender to the enjoyment of the warm accord and postpone my research into what exactly this is for later, allowing myself to fall into the lightness of life, where I am cared for with warmth, nectar, and ambrosia. Jomo has placed a delicious exotic drink before me; I sip it, for it nourishes, refreshes, and delights body and soul. She has gone, but I now know that she exists, takes care of me, and lets me rest and sniff in peace here.
And so I don’t have to work, she has placed four bowls before me with little notes: labdanum, patchouli, fir balsam, sandalwood; this is the base note, so it remains woody, warmly supporting the already sniffed pleasant scents, everything is finely integrated and coordinated. I haven’t moved from this spot for hours. A hidden forest is the treasure of my warm summer freshness, so sees Hima Jomo, and I smell nothing of the sea, no green meadow, just this soft full warmth. I am content and, for this moment, at peace with myself and the world.
Perhaps I should do it like Grenouille, the perfumer genius from Grasse, and secretly bring the scent to difficult situations so that people begin to love not me, but peace, and trust in it. Secure in divine creation, they find solutions more easily that all parties can live with, for the ego can step back and make room for the needs of others. What a beautiful dream.
I return to Christmas morning and research. Petitgrain from the top note is obtained from the leaves, twigs, and unripe fruits of the bitter orange, and, of course, now I smell the citrusy note as well.
In the heart note, there is benzoin, a resin with a vanilla scent that I have learned in aromatherapy to be harmonizing and comforting. Osmanthus was already present in Spring in Bome and is an Asian oil tree species whose flowers smell of peach and also leathery. Here, I do not detect either of those. Amyris is West Indian sandalwood with a long-lasting, also aphrodisiac effect.
Labdanum from the base note is the resin of the rockrose with a subtle honey scent. Patchouli is a classic, but I cannot pick it out yet. For beginners like me: earthy, woody, balsamic-sweet, heavy, spicy, pine forest. I find everything here except heavy; it is really skillfully integrated into this quartet along with the fir balsam.
Hours later, the wood scents remain in the foreground, a bit powdery.
A summer scent that also warms in winter like a delicately fragrant fire, very intimate; I must sniff close to the skin, and there the scent lingers. A scent for all genders - a principle of the house Hima Jomo - for everyday life, enticing for work, for an intimate encounter with a loved one - and I actually prefer the body’s own aromas; this is the only one I would accept. Even on a summer walk, it would accompany the local scents of air, plants, and earth like a benevolent fundamental chord.
What can I say but ah and mmh, happiness does not require many words...
To be continued with autumn in Lhoka, so it’s back to Tibet, but I will linger a little longer in the little woods in Paro.
A word about the house Hima Jomo. It is not located in Asia but in the old perfume city of Grasse and is committed to sustainability. 95% of the essences are said to be natural, no animals are to suffer in the manufacturing process, the packaging is to be recyclable, and Hima Jomo donates €1 for every bottle sold to WWF for the preservation of nature in the Himalayas. "Hima" refers to the Himalayas, "Jomo" means the Holy Mother in Tibetan according to the note included with my sample set, and it is also an acronym, a word formed from initial letters, namely "Joy Of Missing Out." I would translate "Missing Out" in this context as leaving something out, less is more, or just letting things be. Delphine Thierry has extracted all four seasons.
What awaits me now in summer in Paro? I am greeted by a rather resinous yet soft scent, honey, Nepalese Sichuan pepper, and petitgrain are said to be present; for me, as a novice in perfumery and someone who has not yet traveled to the Himalayas, the latter is entirely new. I already love pink pepper; this pepper is not sharp either, but vibrantly full and harmoniously integrated into the trio of fragrance notes. Summer in Paro approaches me warm, light, and cozy. I stand in the dappled shade of tall trees, bees buzz and visit mauve, yellow, and white flowers. A warm breeze blows, carrying aromas that make me linger in the moment of the eternity of summer; I lean against a tree and open my nose and lungs wide.
I am a little dazed, having dreamt in the embrace of Jomo; she now brings me woody aromas, benzoin, osmanthus, and amyris, she explains to me. I surrender to the enjoyment of the warm accord and postpone my research into what exactly this is for later, allowing myself to fall into the lightness of life, where I am cared for with warmth, nectar, and ambrosia. Jomo has placed a delicious exotic drink before me; I sip it, for it nourishes, refreshes, and delights body and soul. She has gone, but I now know that she exists, takes care of me, and lets me rest and sniff in peace here.
And so I don’t have to work, she has placed four bowls before me with little notes: labdanum, patchouli, fir balsam, sandalwood; this is the base note, so it remains woody, warmly supporting the already sniffed pleasant scents, everything is finely integrated and coordinated. I haven’t moved from this spot for hours. A hidden forest is the treasure of my warm summer freshness, so sees Hima Jomo, and I smell nothing of the sea, no green meadow, just this soft full warmth. I am content and, for this moment, at peace with myself and the world.
Perhaps I should do it like Grenouille, the perfumer genius from Grasse, and secretly bring the scent to difficult situations so that people begin to love not me, but peace, and trust in it. Secure in divine creation, they find solutions more easily that all parties can live with, for the ego can step back and make room for the needs of others. What a beautiful dream.
I return to Christmas morning and research. Petitgrain from the top note is obtained from the leaves, twigs, and unripe fruits of the bitter orange, and, of course, now I smell the citrusy note as well.
In the heart note, there is benzoin, a resin with a vanilla scent that I have learned in aromatherapy to be harmonizing and comforting. Osmanthus was already present in Spring in Bome and is an Asian oil tree species whose flowers smell of peach and also leathery. Here, I do not detect either of those. Amyris is West Indian sandalwood with a long-lasting, also aphrodisiac effect.
Labdanum from the base note is the resin of the rockrose with a subtle honey scent. Patchouli is a classic, but I cannot pick it out yet. For beginners like me: earthy, woody, balsamic-sweet, heavy, spicy, pine forest. I find everything here except heavy; it is really skillfully integrated into this quartet along with the fir balsam.
Hours later, the wood scents remain in the foreground, a bit powdery.
A summer scent that also warms in winter like a delicately fragrant fire, very intimate; I must sniff close to the skin, and there the scent lingers. A scent for all genders - a principle of the house Hima Jomo - for everyday life, enticing for work, for an intimate encounter with a loved one - and I actually prefer the body’s own aromas; this is the only one I would accept. Even on a summer walk, it would accompany the local scents of air, plants, and earth like a benevolent fundamental chord.
What can I say but ah and mmh, happiness does not require many words...
To be continued with autumn in Lhoka, so it’s back to Tibet, but I will linger a little longer in the little woods in Paro.
Updated on 12/26/2023
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Top Notes
Honey
Nepalese sichuan pepper
Petitgrain
Heart Notes
Benzoin
Osmanthus
Amyris
Vulcanized Notebook
Base Notes
Labdanum
Fir balsam
Patchouli
Sandalwood

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