Mitcham Peppermint

Mint and Serendipity
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A few weeks ago I decided to try and make home made skin cream. Embarking on this project was sparked by the idea for a family blog. If you are interested, it can be found here.

So having decided to make the skin cream, I ordered the ingredients I needed online. Since I had some peppermint essential oil, I discovered in a cupboard, I thought I would try making peppermint foot salve. You’ll find the recipe on the family blog if you are interested in making it.

The problem was that the peppermint oil was, well, past its shelf life. In fact the date on the bottle read 2008 and though it didn’t smell bad, I decided not to chance it and once again turned to Google to search online to find some peppermint oil.

The search resulted in a link to an intriguing description of Mitcham Peppermint essential oil.

Well, that was it, I had to order. Less than 3 miles from my house is the town of Mitcham.

When we moved to this area, we found out Lavender was farmed as a crop in nearby Carshalton. Apparently, the area isn’t just known for Lavender but Mitcham Peppermint. According to history books and information I found online, Mitcham and Peppermint goes way back, in fact back in time to a reference in a book written by Daniel Lysons called The Environs of London, written in 1792.

Wow, what a great bit of history about the area that I’ve discovered.

I’ve been using the footsalve for about 2 weeks now and all I can say is that it the texture feels indulgent and decadent. Best of all, the essential oils in the salve not only smell lovely, it has the effect of making my feet tingle. The sensation and scent of peppermint makes me smile, I look forward to kicking off my shoes and smoothing on the salve after a long commute home from work. History and indulgence, is this serendipity?

 

 

Hello world!

Hello World

This is the first post from the Scented Abode, which is all about fragrance, aromas, anything really that provides inspiration for a home and life enjoyed through scents found in everyday things.

When people ask, “what’s your earliest memory?” 

All I could think of was that it was a sense of something, whilst it was very vivid to me, I found it impossible to describe, it was more of a sensation, a feeling that I remember as a very young child.

It wasn’t until much later, probably in my teens that I realised that it wasn’t a sensation or feeling, it was a scent that I associated with my home.

Outside the first house that I remember as a child, was a plant with white flowers. It climbed up the front of the house, I can’t remember exactly if it was a porch or just the drainpipe, but the flowery scent was so strong, it filled the air as I played outside.

Much later, while drinking a cup of Chinese leaf tea, it dawned on me, as I looked at the little white flowers bobbing in the mug, the scent took me back to the memory of playing outside our house.

It brought back the smell of the green plant with white flowers and I realised it must be Jasmine. It is and always will be a scent that brings familiarity and a sense of belonging to me.

Does that make sense? Perhaps I’m crazy. I’m hoping that there are a few people that can relate to what I’m writing about.

Please visit often. I hope to share different scents, discovered and enjoyed from childhood through to present day. Scents that have made a difference to me, my home, my kids and my family, whether they are small or significantly something that has changed my outlook, mood or simply something that’s just, well amazing.

I look forward to seeing you here.