She had visited India before, seen the awe-inspiring Taj Mahal and the breathtaking forts of once-magnificent Mughal emperors. But unlike North India, South India was vast, lush and unfamiliar to her. She decided she would visit the South Indian city of Mysore, where the finest sandalwood grows.
She always loved the scent of sandalwood — it’s soothing, healing, and hypnotic fragrance. As she strolled through the famous Devaraja Market in Mysore, taking in the sights and sounds of the bazaar, vibrant fruits, exotic spices, bright bangles, and radiant silk saris filled the stalls of the vendors.
She stopped by a stall with perfume oils and incense. A friendly older gentleman offered her a whiff of pure sandalwood essential oil. She softly inhaled the familiar scent and exhaled with a sense of serenity. She then took her Mysore Sandalwood perfume out of her purse and offered him a whiff. As she opened the cap, the scent of sweet cardamom, spicy cumin, soft clary sage, dewy rose, and soothing chamomile danced with deep cypress, clean musk, warm amber, and Mysore sandalwood notes.
The gentleman smiled as he took in the deliciously fragrant scent of her Mysore Sandalwood perfume.
“In that bottle, you have all of the best scents of India!” he exclaimed.
She laughed. She knew she loved India for a reason.