Tag: France

The image is an artistic illustration depicting a man sleeping in a train compartment. He is wearing a suit and is slumped in his seat with his head tilted back and mouth slightly open. Above his head is a thought bubble showing a plate with bread, grapes, and cheese, suggesting he is dreaming about food. On the small table in front of him is a bottle of wine labeled "Bordeaux France" and a glass of red wine. The train window shows a scenic view with a setting sun over a landscape. The interior of the train has wooden paneling, and there is another passenger visible through the door in the background. The borders of the image are decorated with grapevine motifs.

“The Train to Bordeaux” & Other Poems By Mike Lewis-Beck

aromatica poetica January 15, 2025

The Train to Bordeaux left Paris under delays from a Metro slowdown, a Yellow Vest street action, and a heat wave of 42 degrees Celsius that perhaps caused the Arras diversion due to an announced ‘obstacle’ on the tracks, a could-be jump. German newlyweds across from us, red and happy, brimmed with cold beer downed in the station patio sun. As the train passed Poitiers, gateway to the South, I dreamt of a chilled Pineau des Charentes with a …

Mont Dore in Auvergne from Wikimedia. A village nestled in the ridge of the forested French mountains.

Two Poems of Scented Place by Frances Daggar Roberts

aromatica poetica April 7, 2020

En Auvergne We stooped to cross the threshold carrying evening on our shoulders and shadow curved the corners and the walls around a muted light. A simmering dark sauce breathed out a lure of something richly meat. We took our seats along a wooden bench quietly close as frogmouths. Knitted into family there we watched the sorcery of our hostess as she sliced the orange folds of mushroom into her steaming brew. A scatter of herbs unlike the ones we …

Cake Vodka * Fiction * M. Leona Godin

aromatica poetica September 27, 2018

There was this blind kid, a really young large kid, but very sweet, very sensitive kind of soul. He’d walk in and come straight to the counter. He moved fast. The bells on the door would just finish jingling and he’d be in front of us saying politely, “Hey how’s it going Could you grab me a bottle of that Cake Vodka?” In the beginning, he always came in wearing a shirt and tie. He said he worked at some …

Alchemy, Aromatherapy, and Distillation: An Interview with Cathy Skipper

aromatica poetica December 21, 2017

Cathy Skipper is English by birth and spent much of her adult life in rural France, where she farmed, trained and worked as a herbalist and aromatherapist, and taught practical herbalism, botany and aromatherapy. Together with her husband Florian Birkmayer, she founded Aromagnosis.com. They live in New Mexico and offer courses live and online centralized around the work of Carl Jung, alchemy, aromatherapy, aromatic molecules and the mind. Her new book The Alchemy of Menopause helps women transform “the time …