The sun is barely up: you’re making your way back down to Earth after your meditation at sea-level. You take the steep, rocky winding trail with your knees bent and your back arched. The color of this dawn, you realize, match the deep-violet of your yoga pants, which you’re now gazing at from 360 degrees in your bathroom mirror. Your beloved isn’t awake yet but as you add coconut milk to your pu’erh tea and crack a window, you hear the shower upstairs start up.
You haven’t shaken off the forest-scented aura you came home wrapped in, mostly because of the oil diffuser that quietly sweats out aromatic waves of sandalwood, vetiver—amber, too. It’s an enchanted forest, somewhere in the very veins of your grounded persona.
Outside your window, hummingbirds frantically dart about—the opposite of your own serenity.
Our blend we call Grounded embodies a boomerang back to peace: it’s like you never left the woods where you sat cross-legged, concentrating on your breaths and dismissing toxicity in the form of thoughts.Daylight has barely scratched the sky’s surface but you’ve already tapped into your most balanced being. You aren’t the hummingbird—only a humming.
Well, on this sun-drenched day you’ve come up with a new recipe. You’ve added our Grounded blend to the leftover coconut oil you’d snuck into the spice rack, and now you’ve applied your moisturizing concoction to your lover’s freshly-washed neck and shoulders. It was only a chickpea-sized amount—but a little can take you both to a blissful, singular being.
It could be the marriage of a robust, Peruvian roast with the sharp, spicy undertones of ginger and patchouli as he grinds the oily beans out of their muted coarseness. Maybe it’s the way amyris and turmeric react to the steam rising off the rim of his mug, embedding pores with a sacred-scented aftershave, soaking his pheromones in something ancient and timeless.
Love is our zen, after all—we take it everywhere so we can feel assuredly and undoubtedly present. As aromatherapy, our Grounded blend marinates in home and heart. He is talking now but you’re all nose—something in the way the Grounded blend mingles with a fresh espresso.
That’s what now is—heart and perspective. It’s where the day ignites vibrantly, when you’re basking in a breakfast meal with a partner you love more than yourself. These moments turn philosophical: life often is a kind of limbo to stay grounded, somewhere between getting there and being there. It is equal parts connecting the dots of your existence to growing a third eye.