Ambrosia

Food for the gods. Specifically, Greek. At the Grand Buffet there is a marshmellow/fruit dessert called Ambrosia. An appropriate title. Eating this stuff makes me feel light, sensual, and caressed.

Soon before Divina was born I had a dream where I was walking an ancient market (wearing a very sexy feather outfit, don't laugh), but all the people were occupied indoors for a musical performance. The market was one that you might expect of Egypt or Mesopotamia. There were fountains, merchants tents, bountiful goods all around. It was a beautiful day. I was the only one walking the market. I found a shelf with perfumes, lotions, and boxes of potpourri and such. I opened a small box with flowers, dried pods, seeds, and bits inside. It had such a wonderful sent. Upon inhaling the stuff I found myself drawn from by body...no...my body becoming one with the beautiful place, with the Earth. My body became extremely soothed, sexual. It was Ambrosia.

Today I find myself searching for that scent. Recalling the dream, I have it with me. The closest I've come to it is a meditation oil sold at New Age stores. It contains patchuli, sandalwood, and all sorts of wonderful things. I think if I could take that scent and mix it with that of chocolate chip cookies, I'd have it.