Hark! Gentle reader, attend unto these words most sweet,
For in this treatise shall we speak of scents sublime complete.
When worldly cares doth weary thee, and spirits droop most low,
'Tis nature's precious essences that bid thy soul to glow.
Upon the Virtue of Aromas Divine
What magic dwells within the bloom of lavender so pale?
What phantom essence doth arise when rose petals tell their tale?
'Tis not mere fancy, gentle soul, nor superstition's ancient tongue,
But science married unto grace - a harmony most sweetly sung!
The ancient Greeks, those learned men of philosophical repute,
Did craft their potions, oils precious, bearing nature's fruit.
In temples fair and palaces of marble, gold, and stone,
The worthiest of fragrances were cherished and enthrone.
For scent, that most mysterious sense, doth speak directly to the heart,
Bypassing reason's careful guard - 'tis nature's truest art.
The olfactory nerve, that faithful herald of the brain,
Doth carry memory and emotion through its fragrant chain.
The Wonder of Nebulizing Diffusion
But lo! In this our modern age, a marvel doth appear -
The nebulizing diffuser, instrument most wondrous here!
No flame required, no heat applied to sully nature's gift,
Instead, a gentle mist ascends on air's most subtle drift.
What sorcery is this, thou ask'st, that renders oil to cloud?
With naught but air and pressure fine, no fanfare proud and loud,
The essence pure remaineth whole, its virtue undefiled,
As particle by particle the air doth be beguiled.
'Tis not the heat that breaks the bonds of precious compounds rare,
But physics' gentle choreography that sets the fragrant air.
The nebulizer, wise machine, doth understand with grace,
That volatileness preserved entire doth fill thy dwelling place.
Upon the Healing Powers of Scent
When melancholy clouds thy mind like fog upon the moor,
When stress and strife have worn thee down unto thy very core,
Let but a wisp of eucalyptus rise into thy space,
And lo! New vigor floods thy veins; thy worries lose their place.
The peppermint doth sharpen thought when mental fog appears,
The chamomile doth soothe the soul and calm the wildest fears.
Sweet ylang-ylang, exotic flower of the distant East,
Doth elevate the humours most - a most delightful feast!
For lemon, grapefruit, citrus bright bring morning's glory near,
Yet sandalwood and frankincense bring peace and atmosphere.
Each essence hath its character, its personality true,
A symphony of sensations yet waiting there for you.
The Alchemy of Essential Oils
Not all that beareth fragrant name is worthy of thy trust,
Some mere imposters, synthetic born, shall turn to bitter dust.
But pure essential oils, extracted from the plant itself,
These are the true philosophers' stones upon the shelf.
From rose hip, jasmine, geranium, and lavender so sweet,
From bergamot and vetiver the noble herbs we meet.
These liquids golden, precious gems, do hold within their core,
The very spirit of the plant - its essence to the fore.
The nebulizing diffuser doth disperse without delay,
These precious oils into the air throughout thy hall and way.
No water needed, no heat applied - the oil remaineth pure,
Its therapeutic virtues strong, its benefits yield most sure.
Upon the Setting of Thy Chamber
Consider now thy dwelling place, thy sanctuary most dear,
Where after labours of the day, thou seekest comfort here.
What difference shall a fragrant mist accomplish for thy state?
The answer lies within the realm where body meets of fate.
The limbic system of thy brain - that ancient, primal seat -
Doth recognize these vapours fine as gifts both pure and sweet.
Thus moods are lifted, tension flows away like morning dew,
And focus sharpens crystal clear in all that thou dost do.
In boardroom, study, bedchamber, or place of meditation,
The nebulizing diffuser brings sheer olfactory sensation.
Yet heed this truth, gentle master of thy fragrant art:
'Tis not mere luxury alone, but balm unto thy heart.
A Final Word in Verse
So let us not dismiss the power of the olfactory sense,
Nor underestimate the joy that fragrant clouds commence.
For Scentriq bringeth unto thee this marvel most refined -
The nebulizing diffuser, balm unto body, soul, and mind.
In this our world of chaos vast, of noise and endless strife,
Where calm and peace grow ever scarce throughout our mortal life,
Let essence pure and diffusion fine become thy sanctuary's crown,
And watch as all thy troubles melt and gently tumble down.
Thus ends our discourse on the arts of scent and aromatherapy true,
May Scentriq's nebulizers grace thy very chambers whole and through.
For in each mist that rises soft, a promise doth reside:
That tranquility and wellness shall forever be thy guide.
Finis
"All the world's a stage, and all the scents upon it matter." - Adapted with reverence from the Bard
And of course, many thanks on our behalf to Mr. W. Shakespeare for his inspiration.