Welcome to the Commune podcast. This is Jeff Krasno. How many of you may receive my weekly

Sunday commusing article where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the physiological

to the sociopolitical. And on occasion, I will also record an audio version of these articles and release it here as a bonus episode.

You may have recently come across news headlines highlighting torturous summer travel.

Well, I didn't have to read about these nightmarish ordeals in the papers because I experienced my own madcap misadventures firsthand.

And today's episode recounts the dreadful, if occasionally humorous twists and turns of my recent return from the City of Lights, along with my obsession with a particular fragrance.

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Without further delay, here's today's episode titled essential oil.

I absolutely adore lavender oil.

I own bounteous amounts of it and slather it generously and regularly on the nape of my neck and up the palm side of my arms.

My general whereabouts are easily detected by wafts of the sweet floral scent emanating in all directions

from my absorbent olive skin. My obsession earns me the ceaseless mockery of my children. I don't care.

My beloved lavender is like a baby blanket providing me with both a serene sort of comfort

and an acute ability to focus. I have forsaken virtually all other forms of health and beauty

aids. The abandonment of hygiene goods is a product of my aforementioned infatuation combined with eco-mindedness

and topped with a small dollop of laziness. I assiduously avoid thallates and parabents. I don't use

shaving cream, shampoo, soap, or deodorant. And this personal data might violate a TMI clause, but I haven't

washed my hair in years. I just run it under the water, and it remains luminous enough.

Believe me, I make up for the dearth of plastic bottles in my medicine cabinet with the

accumulation of myriad amber glass vials

of lavender oil. And my recent trip to France was a veritable lavender orgy. The drought-resistant

flowering plant is native to the Mediterranean and abundant across the fields of Provence.

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