The iPigeon.institute fragrances collection - Winter / Spring 2024 Composition - an agricultural archaeology set of finds! (Stub, updating)

 This composition was conceived of, as perhaps my most near-to-my-heartfelt reminisces of aroma ingredients that I'd previously owned, and lost, or used up, to entirety. The primary component that I was fawning over, conceivably, as for a shot at a new fragrance composition - perhaps a bit fierce and pissy (cat pee, for that matter), ends up being Blackcurrant Bud Absolute. 

This composition came on the heels of having done a couple months' spree of owning retail Dior men's fragrances - Sauvage Elixir, and then, Homme Sport (2021, I believe), which was nice, for me - the confidence and cleanliness factors being my primary concerns, as I was living out and about, in the wild, so to speak, with no indoors shelter for myself, going on extended periods of months, with this being the case. In this instance, with this new composition I had in mind, I wanted a powerful, synthetic, perhaps, citrus fragrance component, so I chose Dimethyl Octenone, perhaps as a result of having had a wild stroke of success, in one of my former compositions involving a specialized full-scale vanilla bean extraction, at home. This ingredient is almost noxious, in its petrochemical odor component, yet it blends quite effectively, in the case of this particular stub fragrance that I wore, for a month, with the addition of Cashmeran, for a rich and fully featured musk (sort of) woodsy effect, and, in this instance, a very long-lasting fragrance base - a dual-edged sword, in some sense, which would be whittled down, of the benefits and burdens of such a thing to consider, for a nearly all-hours, and several settings to accommodate, in smelling appropriate, such as living in a group home situation, as well as being out in the metropolitan parts of town, and on transit vehicles, for example. Too much, or something inappropriate, and offensive, to a sensible palate, would perhaps construe unexpectedly heavy-handed consequences for me to face, as I hadn't planned on changing my daily routine, of feeding the birds, around town.

The initial stub composition:

80 mL isopropyl alcohol (70%)

3/4 gram Blackcurrant Bud Absolute

13 drops Dimethyl Octenone

1 mL Cashmeran

This fragrance composition served fairly well, as it was a bit raucous and fresh, in some sense, yet it definitely would come off as stub, as far as fragrance compositions go, yet - that was last month. I got by, regardless of anything - they are professional grade fragrance ingredients; I felt that isopropyl alcohol could be sufficient enough to get by on, as far as alcohol content went, on account of that I feel that people could be forgiving enough - I'm by and large, not completely wrecked, as far as my personal and outward behaviors, amongst others, and, on top of that, I was now housed at a semi-permanent location, and the people there are mostly chill. I felt that, as always, fragrance could be, somewhat - my signature imprint upon people's impressions upon me, given that I was healing up from chronic pains, and I had to keep to myself, primarily, for rest, and for recovery, and I feel like I'd made sufficient progress on that note, in to the current month. 

This month, the ingredients I'd purchased are, as follows:

Yuzu essential oil - 4 mL

Sandalwood Mysore essential oil - 4 mL

Cocoa Absolute - 5 grams

Black Pepper essential oil - 4 mL

Lavandin Grosso (Oregon) essential oil - 8 mL

Tonka Bean Absolute 30% in ethyl alcohol

... I think that that's all, for that order. 

Oh, and I found a perfectly suited vanilla component, in the food aisle - vanilla bourbon - I'll have to update more on this, at some point; maybe just a quick note - the initial three ingredients, along with some manually-dabbed on vanilla bourbon - created a nearly impeccable true frankincense fragrance - just those four components. I guess that it would be more impactful to encounter that notion and slight composition discovery, in person - seeing the ingredients mixed together, having some reference material at hand, and, in realizing the historical significance of coming to such a discovery - I felt that it was significant. Along the way, in mixing this new fragrance composition, which I'll detail fully, soon - I also happened upon Jo Malone's Tonka and Myrrh - at least, the fair rendition, thereof; at least, of what I could remember, of it, for having had some buyer desires for that product, at some point, in the recent past.

On top of all of this, I felt that the fragrance was lacking in fullness and diversity in fragrance components, in the citrus department - I'd previously owned fragrances such as Hermes' fruits-inspired eaus, which are generally light, simple - perhaps deceptively so; perhaps elegant, would be the proper term, on second thought. I wanted to do something similar, yet not be tossed off, in to the "cheap" fragrance-making guy, who failed the ingredients, and my potential, I felt - so I went for some local buys on Bergamot, Tangerine, and Grapefruit essential oils. It came out great - although I did impart a spritz of one thing, and another, for some unattainable effects and ingredient components - I felt that perhaps corporate would not stomp on me, for being a true fragrance enthusiast, researcher, and scholar.

Oh, yeah. I also forgot the Carnation Essential oil, that I tried to include, in my second order.

I feel that it came out pretty nice, although people still aren't speaking to me, much, ha. Isopropyl alcohol is a bit of a challenge, and against the grain, as far as fine fragrance is concerned, but I had a much more topically-applied, medicinal slant to my composition's initial intentions and inspirations that I wanted to bring to life.

Stub: The Impending Crisis for Mental Health Patients - Neck Cancer.

 Neck cancer is a relatively new topic for me. I hadn’t heard of it, prior to a couple or so months ago (it’s now mid-October, 2021, at the time of this writing).

Cancer of the neck? I’ve had esophageal tuberculosis (I think it was; the doctors said that it was something else, or … I dunno. They kind of just disregarded it. Anyways, I lost my voice for perhaps a few months. It turns out that there were hard gobs of mucous stuck inside of my vocal cords, and I could get them out with a Q-tip. I surmise that I had contracted the disease through a tuberculosis test which I had been administered while hospitalized for an acute psychiatric emergency, for a month, or so. They denied that the TB test would cause tuberculosis, though. Some doctor had disavowed it, later on, in history. 

Here’s some of the knowledge base on neck cancer, from cancer.gov:

My red mark-up indicator brings to light a corollary topic which pertains to mental health, and remote sensing, as well as persona marketing, counter-intelligence, mind control, and gang stalking contexts. I’ll only get in to it stub, here, for brevity’s sake, and I’ll keep it simple, such as to let the reader’s mind ponder. 

Now, as well, with the advent of the cytokine storm of COVID-19 infections, which is an inflammatory disease, we see some notion of the otherwise common person, pushed too far, perhaps in their digital life, where life seems more compelling to indulge, for some, as that the constraints of the physical become the pains in the neck, whereas some of our hormones are regulated in the thyroids, which are situated right next to our major neck arteries. 

Some quick tips, as for harm reduction:

• Don’t smoke scuzzbwies and drywall. Just… just [fuck…] already. 
• Smoking is for tobacco, as far as lawful behavior is concerned. Becoming casual about “smoking” of other sorts lends itself to increased risk for total recall (full body scans, and transmutability unto others, aka Scientology “gods,” or idols of some sort, out of the subject.
• Remember the lessons of childhood. Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. Respect your elders. Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain. 
• I’ve got an “advanced neck cracking” instructional video up on YouTube. Check it out. It might be revolutionary for you. Sure, it looks bad, but hey, this is the neck at issue. What kind of donor could offer a suitable adjunct parcel of body form and what kind of treatment protocol could be supposed, in such a situation?
• Just watch the video. I’m shooting for organic hits, here, and I know, it’s significantly niche, but if I do something on camera, and leave it posted, I’d hope that it at least helps some people out of their otherwise misery that they’re living through.

How does neck cancer become removed from the body? 

Neck cancer which is experienced concurrent with chronic inflammatory disease could be a condition which is simply symptomatic of the inflammation condition itself, in conjunction with pre-existing cancerous, or pre-cancerous cells in the body, attempting to release themselves from the body; a condition which could correlate with an ionic mineral cleanse and detoxification regimen, for example. I would estimate that this is the process that I am going through. 

In essence, I felt that my experience of this problem became apparent, after I had some bouts of mild “chomping” down, at the jaws, at which point I incurred a fracture of my premolar tooth, on my upper jaw. I realized that this fracture indicated that it was an opportune and resonantly consistent ulceration that had been opened up, of a seamless opening that bridged my bloodstream in to the outside world, of my mouth. I noticed that I had let out a blood clot; for example, and it was a blackened opening, similar to a cavity, yet a bit uncommon, since it was not at my gum line; rather, it was in the middle of the tooth, as though the tooth had been drilled open. I had various exigent sources of need, in detoxification: for one, I had broken my fist against the wall, a couple of months prior, and my bone marrow had an opportunity to leak out, in to my blood stream. In this case, I felt that I was regulating, and renewing, the bone marrow that had been leaking out, giving my overall bone marrow composition a new signature trait to it, whereas it was locked inside of the bones, prior to my hand break. Aside from this, I am a long-time tobacco smoker, and I have ostensible tar and plaque buildup in my bloodstream; but my broken hand’s scar tissue would probably have been one of the acutely critical things to get out of my bloodstream. At the moment, it’s popping up, in my life, as a deep vein thrombosis, at the back of my knee. I’m working it out, through vigorous exercise, mixed in with intervals of rest, and I suppose that some of it is aerated out of my system through this fractured cavity in my tooth, which will eventually be treated and sealed back up, with a renewed regimen of ionic calcium intake, which I will manage for myself, and perhaps I’ll follow up with a dentist, to have him check on it, and perhaps seal it with a filler, as had been done for me, on my molars, back in my school days. 

The large cavity fracture on my premolar is evident, here, in this image. 

Take a look at how large my teeth had grown out, and expanded, with ionic mineral calcium supplementation! Perhaps I can grow in to a larger frame, some day, with continued supplementation.