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‘same spectral symphony’ — poetry by Julio César Villegas
Jan 1, 2026
‘same spectral symphony’ — poetry by Julio César Villegas
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'I think I know why I am looking at roses' — poetry by Stephanie Victoire
Jan 1, 2026
'I think I know why I am looking at roses' — poetry by Stephanie Victoire
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'All the trees are you' — poetry by Barbara Ungar
Jan 1, 2026
'All the trees are you' — poetry by Barbara Ungar
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'girl straddles the axis  of ancient  and eternal' — poetry by Grace Dignazio
Jan 1, 2026
'girl straddles the axis of ancient and eternal' — poetry by Grace Dignazio
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
Jan 1, 2026
'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
Jan 1, 2026
'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
Jan 1, 2026
'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
Jan 1, 2026
'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
Jan 1, 2026
'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
Jan 1, 2026
'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'It is noon and the sun is ill' — poetry by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
Jan 1, 2026
'It is noon and the sun is ill' — poetry by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'every moon rolling fat through the night' — poetry by Zann Carter
Jan 1, 2026
'every moon rolling fat through the night' — poetry by Zann Carter
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
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Jan 1, 2026
'I have been monstrously good' — erasures by Lauren Davis
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'The light slices the mouth' — poetry by Aakriti Kuntal
Jan 1, 2026
'The light slices the mouth' — poetry by Aakriti Kuntal
Jan 1, 2026
Jan 1, 2026
'quiet grandfathers  in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
'quiet grandfathers in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
Dec 19, 2025
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Dec 19, 2025
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
Dec 19, 2025
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
Dec 19, 2025
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
Dec 19, 2025
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
Dec 19, 2025
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
Dec 19, 2025
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
Dec 19, 2025
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'this strikes me as a Rorschach' — poetry by John Amen
Dec 19, 2025
'this strikes me as a Rorschach' — poetry by John Amen
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'O, to bloom, to arch open' — poetry by Karen L. George
Dec 19, 2025
'O, to bloom, to arch open' — poetry by Karen L. George
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
Dec 19, 2025
'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
Dec 19, 2025
'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
Nov 29, 2025
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
'we can be forlorn women' — poetry by Stevie Belchak
Nov 29, 2025
'we can be forlorn women' — poetry by Stevie Belchak
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
The Death of Albine (1895) by John Maler Collier.

The Death of Albine (1895) by John Maler Collier.

Crafting Your Signature Scent: Why to Make Your Own Perfume

March 30, 2017

BY TRISTA EDWARDS

Christian Dior once said, "A woman’s perfume tells you more about her than her handwriting." I thought about this quote as I began to experiment in making my first batch of solid perfume in my kitchen. The process itself is fairly simple but the intricacies of fragrance leave me equally dazzled and overwhelmed.

Many years ago, I traveled to the Fragonard perfumery, one of the oldest perfumeries in Côte d’Azur, France. I became entranced not just by the hypnotizing aromas but the beauty of the bottles, the flowers, and the herbs that went into each scent. Not only did each bottle encapsulate a bouquet of sensual splendor but the potential to become the signature of memory. Studies have well documented that certain smells can trigger various memories and emotions. With this, Dior’s pithy statement makes complete sense. We all have at least one or two distinct smells (if not more) that when they hit our olfactory sensors take us immediately back to a time, place, or person.

My daily fragrance rotation: Marc Jacobs Daisy, Lush Karma, Yakshi Patchouli, and lavender & ylang-ylang solid perfume. 

My daily fragrance rotation: Marc Jacobs Daisy, Lush Karma, Yakshi Patchouli, and lavender & ylang-ylang solid perfume. 

When I smell lilacs, I am suddenly nine years old again and playing among the laundry hung out to dry in my childhood backyard in Ohio. When I smell damp dirt, I’m eleven and putting my bike away for the night in 1900s barn where my grandfather stored his tools. When I smell cigarettes, I’m seventeen and baking under the Georgia sun at an outdoor concert listening to punk rock. When I smell honeysuckle, I’m twenty and I’m with my boyfriend trespassing on somebody’s private property to get to the creek on their land, sunbathe on the large, warm rocks in the middle of the water, and smoke a joint.

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Fragrances are intimate. Even as I type now, the mere mention of these scents is causing a sore ache in my chest and a throbbing desire for visceral experience of these moments. It hurts.

I am not too afraid to admit that I covet the possibility to possess the signature scent of memory for somebody, to be someone’s happy, aching remembrance. Because of this, I rarely don more than a few select fragrances. Since my early twenties, I have had a steady collection of scents that I will apply. Yes, I genuinely love these perfumes but I also like to keep my signature memory pool limited. I rotate between notes of lavender, patchouli, rose, and cedar wood. It is a selfish and base desire but we all have them. There are many ways we attempt to cast the spell of remembrance, to leave our mark, to cause a beautiful and painful ache in our absence even if it is only temporary. This is just another way we strange and intricate humans crave to be loved.

I have begun to concoct my own solid perfumes, to experiment and find the right balance of fragrance that applies to my desires…the mark I want to leave. There is intoxicating power in crafting your signature scent. I want to share the recipe I have been playing with. The process and proportions are similar to any solid perfume recipe you would find on any number of DIY blogs. What you really get to investigate and conjure is your personal likings on scent. What you want to be heavier, what you want to be a subtle note, how many fragrances you want to combine, what carrier base best suits your skin type, and so on. 

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So try and explore. Craft your signature scent or summon certain recollections you want to keep with you. Resurrect memories in little droplets of earth’s distilled essences.

Prepared indigents. 

Prepared indigents. 

Solid Perfume with Essential Oils

Ingredients:

  • 1 Tablespoon organic Almond Oil or another similar carrier oil
  • 1 Tablespoon organic beeswax
  • 1-3 Essential Oils (I used Lavender and Ylang-ylang)
  • Dried rose petals (optional) 
  • A few drops of liquid vitamin E (optional) 
  • For step-by-step process, follow the video below.


Trista Edwards is a poet, land mermaid, light witch, horror enthusiast, creatrix, traveler, feminist, and dog lover. She is also the curator and editor of the anthology, Till The Tide: An Anthology of Mermaid Poetry (Sundress Publications, 2015). She is currently working on her first full-length poetry collection but until then you can read her poems at The Journal, Mid-American Review, 32 Poems, Birmingham Poetry Review, The Boiler Journal, Sou’wester, Queen Mob's Tea House, and more. She writes about travel, ghosts, and poetry on her blog, Marvel + Moon. Trista is a contributing editor at Luna Luna Magazine.

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'quiet grandfathers  in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
'quiet grandfathers in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
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'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
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'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
'we can be forlorn women' — poetry by Stevie Belchak
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'I do whatever the light tells me to' — poetry by Catherine Bai
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'Venetian draped in goatskin' — poetry by Natalie Mariko
'Venetian draped in goatskin' — poetry by Natalie Mariko
'the long sorrow of the color red' — centos by Patrice Boyer Claeys
'the long sorrow of the color red' — centos by Patrice Boyer Claeys
'Flowers are the offspring of longing' — poetry by Ellen Kombiyil
'Flowers are the offspring of longing' — poetry by Ellen Kombiyil
'punish or repent' — poetry by Chris McCreary
'punish or repent' — poetry by Chris McCreary
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