Botanical Name: Rose damascena
THIS IS FRESHLY IN FROM BULGARIA!! Late arrival 2022… Mmmmmmm
Rose Otto is one of the best known of the essential oils. Measured scientifically it is know to ‘have the highest vibration’ of all plants. It is steam distilled from the rose petals. Rose “Otto” has a more concentrated rose-honey aroma than Rose Absolute. One drop of pure essential rose oil equals 60 roses. Only use a steam distilled Rose oil in skin care, rather than an absolute. Rose Otto means ‘steam distilled twice’ for maximum quality and healing properties.
Rose essential oil can be used to treat hot, inflamed, or itching skin. It is excellent for scarring and mature skin too. Topically applied it is effective in reducing menstrual cramps and menopausal symptoms. In Europe, it is used to aid digestion and as a nerve and endocrine tonic.
For thousands of years rose oil has been used for menstrual conditions, digestive issues, circulation, skincare, perfume, and incense. When rose oil is used the heart and crown chakras expand. It is primarily used to open the heart chakra so that unconditional love can be experienced. It brings harmony and peace while dispelling fear and tension.
*All true steam distilled Rose oils will harden if in a cool environment. It becomes wax like. To soften, simply put in pocket or warm in the palms of the hands for a few minutes
*Courtesy of Melissa Farris
In Bulgaria, a rose among roses.
“The whole world renders homage to me, and I render homage to the Master Petar Deunov from Bulgaria.” — Albert Einstein
KURTOVO, BULGARIA– For Dimitra Grambelova, affectionately known as “Baba” Dimitra or Grandmother Dimitra, her daily hikes up to the crest of a foothill near the base of the Stara Planina mountains are more than just healthy doses of exercise. The dirt path worn in the tall grass above this hamlet in central Bulgaria is where she finds inspiration for her songs and poetry. It’s where she has built her temple of worship, or perhaps where one has been built for her. The chirping finches and mimicking mockingbirds, the bells and bleats from the village flock interrupted by the shepherd’s occasional barking, the worn rocks that time and weather have shaped into a frog or a woman’s lips; they all speak to her in a single voice– the voice of a place only a divine hand could bestow.
Baba Dimitra’s spiritual connection to the land here is forged by the teachings of the Bulgarian philosopher Petar Deunov. Though the height of his popularity began at the turn of the century, Deunov still has a smattering of devoted followers in Bulgaria, as well as around the world. These devotees call themselves the Universal White Brotherhood, a reference to purity not racial bigotry.
Deuno’s philosophy is a combination of physical meditation exercises, spiritual writings that stemmed from his peripatetic lecturing, and rhythmic, circular dances, often done in groups, that all strive to bring one closer to the Divine. Some of his stuff is out there, like his practice of phrenology, but as a whole Deunov’s philosophy seems to blend the more enlightened tenets of other religions, both Eastern and Western, into his own cohesive set of Christian beliefs. Central to them is the notion that all things in nature transcend their physical form and offer the purist way to grow closer to God.
At age 76, Baba Dimitra believes that her conversion to Deunov’s teachings 15 years ago was what rid her of the various ailments, including kidney problems, that were starting to pull her down life’s rickety back slope. She credits the thinker for her decision to return to her childhood home in Kurtovo after years of working as a forester and living in Plovdiv, Bulgaria’s second-largest city. He also gave her the youthful energy that fuels her daily hikes, and the motivation, five years ago, to plant a field of roses here.
The village of Kurtovo is situated on the eastern edge of the Karlovo Valley, one of two flat, fertile expanses that stretch along the southern base of the Stara Planina mountain range. Roses have been grown for their oil in the two valleys for more than 300 years, and to this day, Bulgarian rose oil is prized around the world for its purity and fragrance. Want to come to a distillation with Somah just outside of Sophia? Send her a message at Somah@SaviturBotanicals.com.
The roses in Baba’s field will make their way from the valley’s sandy soil to a local distillery, which will extract the oil using only water and heat. The yield from each rose is astonishingly minuscule. It takes approximately 5.5 million roses to make one kilogram of rose oil, which sells on the international market for about $17,000. The distillery will most likely export the finished product to France or the U.S., where it will be added to the cosmetics and fragrances of well-known brands like Estee Lauder and Aveda. More recently, Bulgarian rose oil has also become popular as a food supplement in Japan. Some believe that when ingested, the oil’s bouquet permeates the sweat glands.
The profit for rose farmers is meager. Baba Dimitra will fetch only about $1 for every 1,100 roses, which she picks by hand. But for her the profits are secondary to the beauty they add to what would otherwise be an overgrown field. Through Deunov’s teachings, she has developed a preference for the simpler life, no doubt augmented by the generally depressed conditions of life in Bulgaria’s villages. A small pension covers the bare essentials. She grows fruits and vegetables and crafts cheese from local sheep’s milk. What she can’t buy, grow or make, she barters for with her neighbors — a common practice in village life here. Last year, she traded her grapes to a nearby winemaker for his hand in chopping the winter firewood. She lives alone, with occasional visits from family and friends, but she says she is never lonely with Deunov and the mountains close by.
To the more empirically minded, Baba Dimitra’s beliefs may seem like bloated hyperbole at best. Others may just dismiss her as a crazy old woman. They wouldn’t be alone. Many of the village’s 250 pensioners and farmers, as well as some of her family members, already think she’s been pricked by one too many thorns. It is doubtful, however, that any of them have ever gazed across the valley at the sun sliding behind the distant peaks while the crickets lend their rhythm to one of Baba Dimitra’s melodies. After such an experience, only the most frigid of souls could deny the possibility that something or someone unseen has touched this place. And the goosebumps are evidence enough that the old woman’s mind is as fit as they come.
Written by Joe Linstroth
Photography by Evan Martin
Audio by Joe Linstroth