Roses Are Yellow, Red And Pink

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The weather had been scorching hot. Sun shining brightly, not a cloud in sight. I noticed that there was an abundance of roses in my garden. Yellow, red and pink. They seem to sprang overnight.  



What a waste of roses after they die out. Wouldn’t it be great if I can use them for something?

Suddenly, I had an idea. I will infused the roses into the oils I have been using for my skin. They are free from pesticides and considered organic. So why not? Roses contain antiseptic and anti-inflammatory properties. It can help moisturised the skin and improved complexion.  Rose essential oil is considered as one of the most expensive oils in the world as over 5,000 rose petals are needed just to make one pound of oil. 

Even though I am only making rose infused oil and not essential oils, I hope to bring out the benefits of the roses through the infusion process. After reading a few articles, I took the easiest method. Sun dry the roses, pluck the petals and immerse them with sweet almond oil.


 
Cuttings ready to be dried

The most important thing about this process is to ensure that the roses are sufficiently dry. This is to prevent the mixture from getting moldy.

 The roses shrunk after drying. Infused with sweet almond oil

I kept the bottles in a cold and dry place. After a month, the flowers will be sieved from the oil. Fingers crossed that my experiment works.


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