Jade Bloom Essential Oils Novels & Stories

As she clasps it onto Tara’s wrist, the light of the stones seems to pulse briefly, as if acknowledging Tara’s readiness to wear it. Tara’s mother steps forward next, her pouch slightly larger. “And this,” she says, unveiling a small vial of fragrant oil, “was used in our family’s premating blessings. The scent is infused with calming herbs and roses, meant to remind you that even in the heat of battle or the chaos of life, you must find moments to be still and centered.” She dabs a drop on each of Tara’s wrists and behind her ears, the faint aroma filling the room with a grounding warmth.

"Now come. You need rest whether you feel tired or not." They made their way to their bedroom, the adrenaline from the night finally starting to fade. Once inside, Trent guided Zora to sit on the edge of the bed. "Stay here," he said, heading to the bathroom. He turned on the taps, adjusting the temperature until the water ran perfectly warm. Then he searched through Zora's collection of oils, selecting lavender for its calming properties, chamomile to soothe, and eucalyptus to ease any tension in her muscles.

"My mom made this. Well, she didn't make this exact one, but it is her recipe for a massage." "What's in it?" He loved talking about his mother and I wanted him to feel comfortable to bring her up whenever he liked. "Rosemary, aloe, caster oil, peppermint and eucalyptus oil, and, of course, her favorite, rose petals for fragrance." "It smells so lovely." "I wish she was still here. I miss her. She would have loved you so much if she was here." I turned to him, pulling myself upwards and kissed him. I gave him a massage.

"I don't usually share this kind of stuff, but I've noticed that you seem extra stressed lately." Callan stared at the product in my hand like he wasn't sure if I was being serious or not. "You don't have to take it if you don't—" He swiped it quickly out of my hand. "No. Thank you. I was just surprised," he said. "And… what is this?" He inspected it quizzically. It was adorable the way his eyebrows pinched together as he screwed the top off and sniffed it. "It's an aromatherapy oil. Eucalyptus and spearmint are good for stress," I explained. "And it helps relieve headaches."

I watched him as he set my bathtub. He added Epsom salt, lavender flowers, chamomile flowers, some drops of clary sage essential oil and drops of lavender essential oil. I watched him in surprise and quickly grabbed the opportunity and walked off to the laundry space. I hurriedly pulled off my dress to tie a towel around my body. I washed off the stain and afterwards used the washing machine to wash the whole dress.

Her face turned pale as she walked over and grabbed his hand in a rush. "What's wrong?" Blake looked at her strangely. Yasmin stiffened in response. She forced out, "Let's bathe together." He paused for a second, then smiled. "Sure, I'll get some essential oils." Blake had been feeling a bit tired lately. A soak with essential oils would help relieve his fatigue. "What kind of essential oils do you want? I'll get it for you," Yasmin offered. She moved to the mirror cabinet. "Should I use the ocean-scented one you usually use?"

That would complicate everything too much. Ransom and I make it to the pack house just as the chef is starting the sauce. His bags are still by the door so I help him take everything upstairs and drop it off in his living room. He tells me he is going to unpack and grab a shower before dinner. Hot water sounds so nice, I decide to take a bath myself. I’ve made bath oils from herbs I have grown, some of them help with visions, some help relax. I choose a lemon oil, for lightness, purification, and protection. While the tub fills, I gather a wrap for my curls, my silky kimono robe, and my slippers. I pop in my headphones and put on some music, Billy Joel, Vienna.

"Please let me take your purses." Snorting, I handed her my purse, without responding to her greeting and made my way into the main area of the saloon. I ignored Daphne's meaningful gaze as another attendant soaked my feet into an electric pedicure bowl. "Which oil would you like for your massage, ma'am?" The attendant asked. "List out the ones available." I uttered. With a nod, she started. "Chamomile, Jasmine, Peppermint, Eucalyptus, Lavender oil. Also, there's this new oil that we recently received delivery of. According to the reviews we've gotten from our clients, it's also nice."

"Madam, you look stunning," Hayley cooed. "There's always someone out there who's prettier than I am. I'm just average," Waverly said. Then, she walked into a perfume store and bought a jasmine and bamboo scent infused perfume. The jasmine smelled sweet, while the bamboo gave off a musky scent. The jasmine was pleasant to the nose, uplifting one's mood. Whereas the bamboo's muskiness could help one calm down. Apart from that, she also bought a few formal suits.

She goes home at noon because she has been going home at noon on Tuesdays since the arrangement with Cristina began — the mornings at the office, the afternoons for the larger work, the division that has held for three years, and continues to hold. She walks home through the April Gràcia streets. The jasmine on the building across from the apartment is at the height of its bloom — she has been noting the date of first bloom since the third year of the second life, and it has been between the fifteenth and the nineteenth of March every year without exception. She arrives at the apartment. She makes coffee. The coffee smells wrong.