Nutmeg- The firey redhead

Notes: hot, spicy, delicious, camphorous, woody, deep, mellow,

Nutmeg was only four years old the first time I ever saw her. She was holding her mothers hand in the supermarket and throwing a huge strop. Her head was thrown back with her bright red pig tails shaking. Her mouth was wide open as she projected her wail all around her. "She has some set of pipes on her" my mother said to Nutmegs mother. Nutmegs face was bright red and almost matched her hair. She was pulling her mothers hand and arm downwards as she sunk her center of gravity onto the floor, requiring her mother to literally drag her along. Nutmeg wailed louder as her mother pulled her through the checkout and while her hand was freed for a moment she threw herself down on the floor and rolled around in a fit.

I found it highly amusing and I grinned and stood on my tip toes so that I could see over the counter to where Nutmeg was flailing wildly.

I remembered her when I saw her the next time which was about a year later at my first day at school. She had started too and was in my class. She was incredibly pretty I noticed even though I was only 5 and a half. Her hair was braided into two plaits that were like polished red gold. Her eyes were a burnt umber with curious wiggles and squiggles of a lighter brown. She had a few small freckles on her nose and a precious gap between her front teeth. 

I wanted to sit beside her. There was something about her. Something that said to me in my childs mind that nothing could possibly go wrong when she is near me.

Nutmeg absolute goes well with sandalwood, vetivert, clary sage, oakmoss, lavender absolute, tonka absolute, labdanum, bergamot, patchouli, geranium, jasmine and rose.

Champa

The Champa I am evaluating is from Aftelier. I believe it is also called Michelia champaca

12:30 - Sweet, floral, indolic, warm, heavy, fatty, caramel and spicy undertones.

12:34 - Hasn't changed, Reminds me of hyacinth or wild bluebells, sweet heavy floral, very slightly spicy, conjures up a deep yellow colour.

12:40 - No real change, the oily fatty note has lifted and the spicy note is more to the front. Very like hyacinth but with a unique exotic quality. Sweet spicy heavy indolic floral.

12:50 - Deep creamy and rich, a heavy floral, with spice undertones, really hasn't changed much at all.

13:31 - Still hasn't changed much, is a little lighter and creamier.

I imagine amazing things would happen with sandalwood, cinnamon, or nutmeg

Michelia Champaca

Michelia. She doesn't think her name suits her.

Since childhood she wished she was named Constanza after the wife of Wolfgang Mozart. Michelia was born into a working class family. Her parents often wondered if she was even related to them at all. She loved refinement in all things and now that she is an adult she is still the same. She adopted a rather posh accent when she was growing up that nobody could ever really place. She tells people that she speaks the 'Queen's English'. She likes to wear tweeds, ruffled collars and Italian shoes. The way she walks, it looks as though she attended deportment classes. Her parents always embarrassed her. From the age of ten she used to tell people that she was adopted.
Michelia is tall for a woman, her shoulders broad and her feet large. She often wishes that she had a small dainty figure, but she makes the most of what she has. She is always impeccably dressed from top to toe. To work she wears two piece woolens in demure colours with sensible shoes and rolls her long brown hair into a gentle knot at the nape of her neck.

Michelia is a passionate woman deep down but no man has ever known that side of her. She fantisizes about being swept off her feet by a Graduate of Oxford University.
The one thing about Michelia is that she is always the same. Some folks call her passive aggressive. Really she is a gentle, pleasant modest young woman with a lot of hidden fire that may never be discovered. She comes across as heavy and a little serious and for that reason she doesn't have a whole lot of friends.

Michelia has had wonderful musical talent, since childhood, and her parents wondered where that came from too because neither of them had the slightest interest. She wrote her own songs and the tunes she plays are often sad and lonely. She also loves to paint, especially with oils and it is on her canvases that her wildness displays itself. The colours she loves most are ambers, bronzes, coppers, deep yellows, dark reds and golds.

She plays classical music and in her tiny studio at her home and frees herself from cares to express her inner most passions with paint.