Good to the last drop

I think it was last Christmas when my mom sent me an oil diffuser, which I set up on a tray with a couple of candles that I keep where I have a bit of a study carved out of the space that used to be Richard's old office, and which will eventually become my office. Our son is sleeping in part of that space so it will be several years or more before I can move in there. Now we use it for food storage, as an exercise room, and as a collector of stuff we don't know where else to stick.

Gradually the level of the oil dropped in the bottle that came with the set and it wasn't covering the reeds very well. I went to the thrift store and found an old saltshaker that was much narrower to use instead, and the fluid remained fairly high on the reeds.




And it continued to diffuse a pleasant vanilla-plus-something-else scent, and the level dropped even further. So I tipped the saltshaker on its side and propped it up against the candle so the oil would still cover the reeds.



And it continued to diffuse, and it is almost gone.



My sister gave me a new oil diffuser for my birthday, and as soon as that last little bit of vanilla-plus-something-else is gone, I will be setting it up.

Ruby Guava. It's a lovely refreshing scent, a blend of grapefruit, passion fruit, and guava melon.

There is a bit of an interesting memory sparked by her choice of scent.. Our grandpa had a guava tree in his backyard (at least I am almost sure it was a guava, I'm checking with a cousin who would know for sure), and I can remember eating the fruit off the tree when we were kids.