This may come as a surprise to you, but there is something in the world that The Perfumed Dandy actually prefers to perfume (I can hear the shocked gasps from here) and that thing is people.
I take the greatest pleasure in the in all the good folks that I come across in this scented world and take many of them to be my friends.
It is therefore with the most enormous happiness that I am able to collaborate with a select number of these new friends from across the world to bring you not only a perfectly excellent guest post but also the opportunity to win a tenderly hand-crafted gift…
I will allow our guide to explain all…
Brie in New York has made some spikenard foot oil especially for this post.
If you would like to encounter this scent and look after your own or your loved one’s feet please leave a comment or like The Dandy’s site on Facebook.
The gift recipient will be announced on Easter Sunday and mailed to you the following Tuesday.
Spikenard or nard originates in India and Nepal, high in the Himalayas.
The root of the plant is the source for one of the rarest and most precious oils.
Brie would like to say that she is not a professional perfumer. This is an interest for her.
She blends with the best of intentions, carefully choosing oils for their healing properties as well as for the enjoyment of smelling.
Brie goes on to remark that spikenard is quite tenacious and challenging to work with as in her experience it takes over the blend (similar to tea tree oil).
Are you spending too much on perfume? Here is a scented tale for you.
The Oil in the Alabaster Box
There are many faiths in this world. There are also many myths and legends.
It’s up to you to find the truth on your fragrant journey.
Let’s travel to the east this Easter to visit with a woman living on the boundaries of her culture.
She has recently met a man. She believes him to be her spiritual guide.
He is surrounded by men at a dinner party. She is uninvited and has to make her way past the guests to be able to offer her teacher a scented gift.
The gift is spikenard oil, a costly perfume ingredient which at this volume, a Roman litra*, costs the equivalent of spending a year’s salary on a scent; a scent so potent that the home where this story takes place becomes filled with fragrant air.
The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There’s no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster
Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren’t there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don’t know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box
– lyrics: Janice Sjostran
for chanteuse Cece Winans
– an interpretation of Mark 14:3-9
Judas, ever the accountant, thought this money would have been better spent feeding the poor. Nevertheless the teacher accepted this gift from a woman’s heart.
Jesus looked at her with a smile “your deed will never be forgotten. Your story will be told throughout all the lands and for all time and in ways you have never even dreamed of“.
Little could she have imagined that one day the story of her alabaster box would be told on the World Wide Web.
Album Version – Cece Winans – The Alabaster Box
A more melodic interpretation.
* A Roman litra is the equivalent of 327 grams these days
The Perfumed Dandy can’t help but think that’s a rather appropriate tale, not only for the time of year, but also as it does provide a little comfort to those of us who have a tendency to spend rather too much on perfume.
After all The Dandy’s never spend a whole year’s salary on a scent!!
And, of course to wish you a most fine and fragrant day and remind you to comment below or like The Perfumed Dandy on facebook (after all I do like you all awfully much) in order to have a chance of winning the gift.
Until we meet again.
The Perfumed Dandy.