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NATURAL vs. MAN-MADE scent

Scent mysteriously unfolds within us. Read on to discover the journey of fragrance from naturals to synthetics. Lisoire chooses natural botanical scents, adding these to soy wax, creating an olfactory journey of delight.  Natural essences, essential oils, live in plants and can be extracted by various means. They are volatile aromatic compounds whose molecules become airborne and reach our nose. Different parts of the same plant can sometimes smell completely different, such as; the blossoms of the orange tree can render neroli and orange flower absolute, bitter orange oil from the fruit rind and petitgrain from the leaves and twigs. Essential oils can be extracted by pressing rinds and others are extracted by the gentler method of distillation with water...

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How natural is the wax in your Soy Candle?

Soy wax candles aren't all the same and it is important to know what your are buying and burning. Not all soy candles are created equal or made with non-GMO responsibly sourced Soy Wax. Many are labelled "Natural" or as "Vegetable" wax blends when in fact this can mean there are hidden additives within the scented candles you purchase. More often than not, the soy candle wax you are burning, may contain a blend of soy and palm wax, and even worse it may contain paraffin wax also. For reasons of personal health and wellbeing and for the state of our planet it is wise to do your research if wishing to purchase soy only wax candles. A little candle history:...

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I stood in Venice

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice] George Gordon Byron - 1788-1824 I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Looked to the wingéd Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles! She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was--her daughters had...

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