So I think we’ve established that I’m keen on scents. And colours. And I’m a bit fussy about texture, apparently. Let her finish… But it’s not my fault – some things are just WRONG. Oh.
Cass’s blog, written in October 2014, with Jonathan’s comments in manly blue, and Cass’s rebuttals in lady-like pink.
Tomato juice, for example: too thick and furry and not a juice. Food that squeaks: green beans, I’m talking to you. Oysters (though I’m full of respect for those sophisticates who can): slithery unpleasantness. I could go on.
*small voice* Help me! Too late for that. Far, FAR too late.
Having smoothed my hair and calmed myself, I shall return to scent. I will literally stop in my tracks (I appreciate it’s not very cool if someone is right behind me) if I smell something gorgeous. Where we lived in London, there was a beautiful, mature wisteria in someone’s front garden and when it was in bloom, the whole street was garlanded with that amazing fragrance. ‘Garlanded’ – word of the day Quite pleased with it myself, actually ‘Crowing’ will be tomorrow’s word No matter what I was doing, or carrying, I always had to stop and bury my nose in the flowers (came very close to inhaling a bee once). I would stand just far enough away so that, to a casual observer, it might not look like we were together. Charming!
I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t really noticed wisteria in earlier life, but Jonathan and I went to Granada in Andalucia for our wedding anniversary and, as we got out of the car (in the dark), we were assailed by a simply astonishing perfume. Neither of us had any idea what it was, and we just wandered around drunkenly, noses in the air, taking in great lungfuls of joy. It was only the next day that we discovered we’d parked by the entrance to the Generalife gardens – which were full of (as in: socking great purple walls of it) centuries-old wisteria, in full bloom.
On our return to London we planted some and, for the next twelve years, waited for the bliss. It never flowered. (Though apparently it has, now that we’ve left. A bit rude.) Also – here’s a bit of trivia that will stay with you not guaranteed – apparently wisteria only ever twists clockwise, never anti-clockwise. There. Told ya! So did I.
Jasmine has the same effect as wisteria, leaving me in a dreamy state of heaven. So when we came here (with the London wisteria débacle still smarting), we decided to plant LOTS of it. And different varieties, which would flower in different seasons, thus *taps head in indication of the smarts* keeping our noses happy all year long. Unbelievably, this seems to have worked! There’s star jasmine, and French jasmine, and… other names of jasmine, and one I’d never heard of before, the stunning GALÁN DE NOCHE, which is a night-scented jasmine.
In my ignorance, I had assumed that night-scented jasmine was just a particularly strongly scented one that you noticed more at night. But no! It turns out that the flowers only open in the dark! Did everyone know that but me? Isn’t it surprising and contradictory? You can just get a hint of the fragrance during the day, when the flowers are shut tight, but at night… it’s almost indescribable. In fact, it is so magnificent, and intoxicating, that we’ve moved a pot of it to right outside our open bedroom window.
And that is where the inspiration for candle number three, Galán de Noche, was born. Now, we’re learning as we go along, and it turns out that a candle with only Galán de Noche perfume oil in it would be far too overpowering; you have to surround it with other notes to complement and glorify it. So our candle has rose, orange blossom, and ylang ylang I think I did my panda joke ina previous blog, but here it is again: “Ylang ylang… isn’t that a panda?” Yup, still funny Oh dear with a base note of musk, all together giving it gorgeous potency but stopping it from giving you a headache. I appreciate that if you’re reading about this on the website, you can’t smell it, but I do ask you to trust me – if you like a heady, intriguing, literally intoxicating candle, you will love it.
Also, don’t forget you can request a free fragrance swatch of any of our candles!
That was a teaser for our TV commercial. Cass will be shouting those words at the camera, with me in the background dressed as a candle and doing a special candle dance, and a caption something like: “Here at La Montaña we’re just CRAZY about candles!” I think someone’s had a bit too much coffee this morning. *takes his mug away*
Click here to see the template for our TV advert.
I am also deeply taken by the fact that ‘Galán’ is an old-fashioned Spanish noun meaning ‘a gallant man’ and I picture him as an incredibly handsome young swain, who seems quiet and shy during the day, but when night falls, out he comes, a-swashing and a-buckling, leaving swooning girls in his wake. That’s what goes on in my head anyway. You’re welcome.
Also (look at ME, all full of factoids and memorable… stuff) it’s sometimes known in Spain as Dama de Noche. So, depending on your fancy, it’s either a swoon-inducing swain, or a naughty lady of the night. This is MY post, and it’s a swain!!!!