The Spice Bazaar of Istanbul

A jarring mix of voices projected through loudspeakers atop mosque minarets echoed throughout Istanbul... at 5 AM.  The Muslim call to prayer happened five times a day, serving as a wake-up call and ended the evening as a brief soundtrack throughout dinnertime.  At first it was quite chaotic, but as the days passed, I found the singing blending into the background of daily city noise.

The Blue Mosque

I wasn't sure quite what to expect before arriving in Istanbul.  My husband and I extended our long layover there from 3 hours to a full 3 days before landing in Madrid, and it ended up being an unexpectedly wonderful detour.

Istanbul "Tulip Carpet"

Istanbul was a beautiful city - incredible architectural sites like the Hagia Sophia and Blue Mosque surrounded by landscaped green parks and bright blooming flowers.

While wandering through the old city from our hotel to the Blue Mosque, I encountered an enormous tulip garden, with different colored flowers arranged in a pretty design reminiscent of a turkish carpet.  This tulip garden was coined "The Largest Carpet of Tulips in the World in Sultanahmet" and I learned that it was part of the 10th annual Istanbul tulip festival (and was indeed the largest in the world).

Hagia Sophia Interior

I marveled at the intricate arches and domed interior of the Blue Mosque (women need to remember to cover their heads with a scarf first and both men and women remove shoes).  And the lofty Byzantine architecture of the Hagia Sophia nearly took my breath away (but shoes stayed on since the mosque had been converted into a museum).

The setting was so picturesque, I almost expected to see James Bond or Liam Neeson running on the rooftops outside using one of his special set of skills.

The one and only Liam Neeson

Mosques, hammams, baklava, apple tea, whirling dervishes... the trip would not be complete without a little shopping.  The Grand Bazaar is an endless covered labyrinth of stalls with items ranging from knock-off Louis Vuitton bags and shoes to bright handmade Turkish lamps to expensive rugs.  Smelling of cigarette smoke and brewed tea, the Grand Bazaar is filled with locals and tourists (but mostly tourists), looking for souvenirs or hidden gems.

The Spice Market

Pouring Essential Oils at Arifoğlu

In the nearby Spice Bazaar among hundreds of other vendors, I found my favorite shop, Arifoğlu.  Baskets of richly pigmented and fragrant spices lined the storefront, but the real treasures were just a bit further.  At the very back of the store, lining the entire wall were shelves of glass vases containing different perfume oils, tinctures and other aromatic potions.  A perfumer's dream!  The extremely helpful salesman who I befriended encouraged me to smell as many scents and I wanted.   They carried some common oils - jasmine, rose (several different types) and sandalwood.  I also had the chance to smell some authentic rare musks and the elusive oud, the sweet, deep, complex oriental ingredient so expensive that it is often called "black gold" (it smelled WONDERFUL but unfortunately was bit too rich for my blood).  

After smelling flowers, woods, and ambers, and chatting for a while and getting to know the salesman and shop owner, they ordered a round of turkish tea from the waiters who scurried by outside.  The salesman half-joked as he handed me the cup that the longer you stay, the more you buy.  As I enjoyed my tea, our little game of haggling began.  In the end, I happily walked away with a bag of new raw materials to work with - all generously discounted (even if I had to promise my younger sister to the storekeeper when she traveled to Istanbul next).

A Moveable (Hungarian) Feast

Ice Skating Next to Vajdahunyad Castle

My husband and I journeyed to wintry Budapest last Christmas to explore the destination we'd heard so much about.  Due to its stunning architecture, Budapest earned its nickname the "Paris of the East," and is renown for its historic Turkish thermal baths (still in use and amazingly relaxing), vibrant nightlife (just google "ruin bars" and you'll see what I mean), festive Christmas Markets, as well as distinguished musical history and unique boutiques.

Budapest Christmas Market

One of the things I love most about traveling is the FOOD.  To me, good food = a good time.  Hungarian cuisine was entirely new to me. Day by day, I was introduced to delicacies like lángos (fried dough with various savory toppings), goulash (their famous beef and veggie stew), halászlé (fisherman’s soup) and kürtőskalács (sweet cinnamon/sugar chimney cake baked fresh over charcoal and sold at Christmas Markets).  I even brought containers of their signature paprika back to LA in an attempt to spice up my cooking at home.

Enjoying a Café in City Park

Another cornerstone of Hungarian gastronomy is the prevalence of historic coffeeshops, some of which date back to the early 1800's.  Café culture in Budapest was outstanding, and my husband and I would often duck into our favorite café to escape the bitter cold, warming our hands on Tejeskávés (café au lait) and watching bundled up people scurry past outside.

Treats and Mulled Wine in Vörösmarty Square

I love making this recipe when I'm craving a rich European-style coffee drink. It's perfect for cold days or when you're in the mood for a sweet treat:

European Cinnamon Mocha 

  Recipe makes 4 cups

   Ingredients

- 1/3 cup ground dark roast coffee (not instant granules) - 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon - 1 cup whole milk - 2 to 3 tablespoons sugar - 2 tablespoons baking cocoa - 1 teaspoon vanilla extract - 4 cinnamon sticks, optional - Whipped cream, optional

• Directions

1. In a coffeemaker basket, combine the coffee and ground cinnamon. 
2. Prepare 4 cups brewed coffee according to manufacturer's directions.
3. Meanwhile, combine the milk, sugar, cocoa and vanilla in a saucepan.
4. Cook over medium-low heat for 5-7 minutes or until small bubbles appear on the sides of the pan, stirring occasionally (do not boil).
5. Pour hot milk mixture into four mugs, then add cinnamon-flavored coffee.
6. Garnish with cinnamon sticks and whipped cream if desired.

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A new Gourmand fragrance will be released 
in the Reliquary Perfumes shop this weekend 
featuring notes of: 

Espresso, Café au lait, Cacao, Orange, Cinnamon and Vanilla

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I'll leave you with an image (of perfume no less!) from Wes Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel.  TGIF!!! Have a wonderful weekend!

Finding your Scent in a Sea of Smells....

Whether you're a guy or girl, you may have found yourself standing in the never-ending Sephora perfume aisle sniffing many, many, MANY strips of paper (or your arm) until you get dizzy and eventually have to make a beeline for the exit.

Choosing perfume or cologne is very personal.  Here is an article with some great tips on how to find your signature scent:

http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/12/guide-to-finding-your-signature-scent.html

Perfume Quote of the Day

Perfume Quote of the Day:

"Perfume is the most intense form of memory" - a wonderful quote by the highly regarded nose Jean Paul Guerlain.  Perfume does have the extraordinary ability to trigger those nostalgic memories hidden somewhere in your subconscious.  You may associate a certain perfume with a person or place.  A whiff of coconuty tanning oil can awaken memories of your spontaneous getaway to the Maldives, the heat and tropical humidity bearing down on you as you lay out in front of a never-ending stretch of clear azure waters.  You start mentally adding up your future paychecks, planning on your next escape.  Perhaps it's the smell of french fries that makes you grimace, reminding you of that miserable summer you spent scraping grease off the griddle at your local fast food joint, knowing every hard earned dollar put you one step closer towards your very first car.  Or the scent of fresh pecan pie that conjures fond memories of childhood Thanksgivings, sweet nutty aromas filling the small log cabin you visited every year.  For me, it's the Marc Jacobs perfume - its floral notes instantly remind me of my first date with my husband over 12 years ago.  

This scent phenomenon is not just a figment of your imagination, but the result of the complex relationship between your nose (sense of smell) and brain (emotional memory center).  When you smell a rose, the fragrance first travels through the cranial nerve through the brain's olfactory bulb, which is the area of the brain that processes scent.  The olfactory bulb is located right next to the hippocampus (a section of the brain responsible for short and long-term memory), and connected to the amygdala (an area responsible for processing memory and interpreting emotions).  The olfactory bulb is also part of the limbic system, the emotional center of the brain.   All of these centers work together to translate the scent of your rose to the memory of the rose bush in the backyard of your childhood house.  

The next time you're at your local boutique searching for your signature scent, or when you're out for a walk in the park, or at a coffee shop, close your eyes for a moment, inhale deeply and ask yourself which scents are the most evocative for you and what memories are attached to them?  Write them down and start a scent journal... you will probably be surprised to see how fragrance truly is a key that liberates buried memories.      

- Robyn

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Turning the key...

I wanted to welcome everyone to the Reliquary Perfumes blog, and if you're reading this, I'm so happy you stopped by!

I suppose my interest in fragrances, especially those from niche perfume houses as well as aromatherapy, was one that has been building gradually over the years.  I watched as my perfume collection grew, bottles of all shapes, sizes, colors, samplers spilling out of boxes, it got a bit ridiculous.  However, my real passion for perfumery started this past year when I noticed that upon wearing perfumes to sleep, I would sometimes have the most vivid dreams.   I realized that the sense of smell above all the other senses, has the ability to transport you other places and stir up distant memories you thought you had forgotten.  How is it possible that the lingering perfume trail (or sillage if you want to sound fancy about it) of a stranger in passing can evoke the face of my 3rd grade teacher?  Or when walking down the street in Santa Monica, my husband says out of nowhere that the he smells the same cleaning solution that was used in his high school boy's locker room?  It almost seems like magic.

Having a background in Visual Arts as well as Art History, I wanted to explore this olfactory phenomenon even further.  I started doing extensive research (who knew there was so much chemistry involved?? I'll save that post for another day), piecing together a perfumer's organ with raw materials sourced from around the world to use in my own elixirs.  Do you remember the scene from Mary Poppins when Mary and Bert jump into the chalk drawings on the sidewalk and all of a sudden are magically inside the drawings themselves?  Have you ever wanted to jump into a painting and experience that other world?  Well, I intended to create fragrances that bottle the experience of visual works of art through the sense of smell.  That goal is the seed that blossomed into Reliquary Perfumes.

As Reliquaries are shrines that house sacred objects, items from another time, place or culture - Reliquary Perfumes is a niche perfume line, home to currently seven very unique bottled fragrance experiences.  When you open one of the bottles, look at the painting upon which the perfume is based, let the fragrance enfold your senses, and plunge into the work of art.  Radiant gemstones lie at the bottom of every bottle, each one a portable relic, a key to another world.

- Robyn