My introduction to essential oils was not what some might call, typical. It goes back to 1999 and I was home on a quick visit from college. Mom and I were in the mood for margaritas, so we blended up a quick batch and were enjoying them in the living room. Dad had just received a case of lavender essential oil as a trade for his photography services and was busy boiling the oil in water in place of having a proper diffuser.
Now, a bit of background on us Asian folk….the vast majority of Asians suffer from an enzyme deficiency that causes a flush reaction with the consumption of alcohol. Basically, we get a nice red glow. Although I am only half Asian, I was lucky enough to inherit this characteristic so there was never any question as to whether or not I had been drinking. I am also one of the few that suffers from asthma and while alcohol was never one of my triggers, it certainly can be for other people.
So Mom and I finished our drinks and Dad came into the room. Apparently, he had no idea that we had been drinking and thought I was having an allergic reaction to the lavender. He threw open the doors (did I mention it was winter?) and in an effort to quickly get some fresh air into my lungs, threw me onto his back and started running up and down the block with me. Now, I didn’t have that much to drink, but it was enough to go along with the absurdity of the situation.
So there we were. Dad huffing and puffing on the sidewalk. Me, laughing all the way. Mom on the porch watching all of this take place with a hand over her mouth to stifle….surprise? Laughter? Only she knows. I don’t know how many times we went up and down the block, or at what point my mom decided to tell my dad that it wasn’t his fault. What I DO remember is being sent back to college with a bottle of Napa Valley’s finest lavender essential oil.
Thus began a beautiful exploration into the world of essential oils.