Revisting Our Visit With Eva-Marie

So Eva-Marie is our scent guru, our emissary to the unseen world of olfactory mystery that surrounds us. In October, we first introduced her in a post that also came with a story. Except that when we posted it all, the story itself somehow got lost in the luminous ether. During some talk yesterday about this and that, Eva-Marie mentioned the missing story, and we went looking for it. Wasn’t there. Don’t know why. Just know it went elsewhere when we engaged the apparatus. Normally, we’d overlook this oversight and move on. But a tale such as this deserves its telling. So it is that we reprint the original post from Gregor–this time with the story it was meant to share.


Eva-Marie Lind, CEO of EM Studios, AROME, was at 7th Gen today helping us think through new designs in organic and bio-dynamic scents for our product line. Eva-Marie is a specialist in aromatic and medicinal plants. The focus of her work is the science, aesthetic and formulation of cutting edge and authentic whole scent designs. It was an amazing experience to sit in the midst of subtle and very organic scents. There was a very profound story behind each scent – a story of the nature that the scent held and revealed – a story that we want people to see and hear when they use our products…

Telling stories that live alive in the moment and in the imagination is a gift…I think we all lived alive all day. Eva-Marie sent me the following story of a point in her life:

When I did one of my summer apprenticeships in teaching middle school I created a classroom in the russian style of story telling – whereby children would have but one picture to relate to as the story was told. In those days I used to do alot of pen and ink sketching and took upon the challenge of sketching one of the primary components of the story.It sounds easy – however actually it was a bit difficult – one had to think on the full of their audience, for to each member the “central” theme could be quite different – and that picture had to have an impact to integrate the audience to the performance, which was the “telling”.

Storytelling has always been fascinating to me, infused at an early age by Welsh and Irish family members who innately had the gene – I think it was one of the draws for me, beyond others of the Waldorf teaching methods – and I have been unusually fortunate to have friends and teachers like Krishna who brought their own stories of life and culture into my world!

We move so quickly as a culture these days – perhaps a story now and then forces us to slow down a little? You are now the keeper of a new story Gregor – and I think the best always is to pass it on 🙂 for it will touch who it is meant to – some who would expect it to and others it will surprise!

Nature and Life
High on a mountain top, a little spring of water began to issue forth from the ground and started it’s journey downward. As she flowed, the land she touched became nourished and lushness of vegetation prevailed. Soon her pathway became vibrant with the colors of flowers and foliage. The diversity of life forms flourished because of the presence of this magnificent stream. Humans, animals, birds, insects… all sung songs of gratitude while the stream continued her journey.

Suddenly gigantic boulders crashed down upon the pathway of the stream. With firm politeness she caresses the newcomers and continued her flow with renewed amplitude over and around the rocks, nurturing and nourishing the pathway. The ground opened and suddenly the stream disappeared until, lo and behold, it emerged at another part of the mountain. Her journey continued caressing and bestowing her lush embrace all along her path Finally, the stream approaches the base of the mountain surrounded by a vast desert, the grand vestiges of billions of years of history, where very few live to tell the tale!!!!

At this moment a voice whispers to the stream “My friend, transform, or you will cease to be.!!!” The stream pays no heed and continues her journey. As she begins to enter the fringes of the desert and she finds that the force of her flow is being impaired. Again, she hears the voice whisper a bit louder, “My friend, TRANSFORM, or you will CEASE TO BE!”

Immediately the stream shot back indignantly, “Why, should I transform? I, who nourished the mountain and provided for the myriad life forms that have flourished in my pathway – the joy and beauty and happiness I gave to all. Me TRANSFORM! NEVER!”

The flow of the stream became less and less until soon it became nothing more than a trickle absorbed by the hot sand like a blotter. Finally in a moment of great anxiety and shear desperation she cried out, “Transform? BUT HOW?”

Then softly the voice said, “Just let go!”

With no other choice, the stream l let go and began transforming immediately. She evaporated into the atmosphere, caught up by the winds and formed into glorious nimbus and cumulus clouds. Electrical charges cracked through the atmosphere releasing her once again in the form of rain over another mountaintop. There she began her journey all over again!