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tzimizce · 2 months
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Congrats on your new gender ren. he uses he/they/she pronouns now :) Also. They have finally been entrusted with Berg's artefact (under close observation)
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magickmama777 · 7 months
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Oils and their ritual correspondences Part 5
🍋🍃 Bergamot: In herbal folklore, it is said that the oil of Bergamot leaves, when rubbed on money, will ensure the return of riches; it is also well known for prosperity spells.
✨Planetary rulerships: Mercury
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calabria-mediterranea · 2 months
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Condofuri, Calabria, Italy
Condofuri is a tiny village on the southernmost tip of Calabria. It's a place for locals seeking refuge from Calabria's intense summer sun. Look west across the Messina Strait and you see Sicily, with the menacing Mount Etna standing tall, and out of sight to the east is Greece.
Condofuri is part of the community of villages that is Bovesia, where Calabrian Greek can still be heard. You can read it on the road signs too, sandwiched between Calabrian and Italian. Italian is at the bottom of the list.
This coastal strip of Calabria, on the Ionian Sea, facing south, offers the bergamot an ideal habitat, protected from the northern winds by the Aspromonte mountains (a geopark protected by UNESCO).
Bergamot is a famous Calabrian citrus fruit of very ancient origins, whose essence is the basis of many perfumes and cosmetics. It is also used in the agricultural and food industry, in the production of candies, in "Earl Grey" tea, and every day it finds a new field of application. As a citrus fruit, it's classified as Citrus bergamia. The fruit has a spherical shape similar to the orange but is yellow like the lemon and the plant, by non-expert eyes, can be easily confused with both of the above mentioned citrus fruits.
Bergamot fruits grow exclusively in this area of Calabria, along the 140 km of Ionian coast.
Fertile soils and mild climate, widespread sun exposure and an average temperature among the highest in Italy, with minimal fluctuations between day and night and absence of winter frosts.
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bluestempigeons · 1 year
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Bergamot
Ash Red Grizzle Frillback cock
4 years old (2019 hatch)
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jillraggett · 8 months
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Plant of the Day
Sunday 30 July 2023
Union Terrace Gardens is a green space in Aberdeen’s city centre. It was originally opened in 1879, but the gardens were redesigned and reopened in December 2022. On a sunny terrace a pink flowered cultivar of Monarda (bee balm, bergamot, Oswego tea) was adding to the new display and was popular with pollinators.
Jill Raggett
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verbrannt74 · 6 months
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Alchemytober: Bergamot
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Wild Bergamot Monarda fistulosa Lamiaceae
Photograph taken on July 18, 2023, at Silver Creek Conservation Area, Ontario, Canada.
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morethansalad · 28 days
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1-Bowl Olive Oil, Orange & Bergamot Cake (Vegan & Gluten-Free)
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sbrown82 · 2 years
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Bergamot Hair Care Ad, circa 1970s.
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crippled-peeper · 9 months
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It rained this morning
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hivernal-stims · 19 days
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tzimizce · 6 months
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my rossellini and his 'wraith' bergamot, the hatman
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foxspit · 11 months
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bergamot fields, forever
model: stephanie espy
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nelweensfic · 2 years
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Bergamot
This is for @drarrymicrofic prompt : Bergamot. Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading 😊
Draco sighed when he saw the Gryffindors fighting during their Herbology class. Why did Finnigan find it funny to throw bergamot juice on Potter? The room was now filled with that citrus perfume and some students left to go outside, not being capable of breathing properly. 
When the bell rang, Draco took his stuff quickly, not wanting to be close to that stinky, beautiful, dark haired golden lion a minute more. Harry was smiling after the fight like he didn't care people could smell him from a mile away. Draco gasped  when their shoulders hit together. He had been staring at Potter again.
"Malfoy, stop blocking the way out!" Weasley hissed.
"It’s okay, Ron. Don't be that harsh," Harry said calmly. "Sorry, Draco." 
Draco only gulped, not trusting his voice. Since when was the Savior of the wizarding world being nice to him? Since when did he call him Draco? Draco ran away to his Divination class, knowing fully that the Gryffindors were going to the Quidditch pitch for practice. 
Pansy was bouncing, talking about how her date with McLaggen the night before ended but Draco wasn't paying any attention to it. He didn't even see the time passing by at all. All his thoughts were on a certain boy. He thought about how Harry's body moved during his playful fight with his friends. Draco started imagining the juice of bergamot all over Harry's body and how he could lick all of it away, tasting that fit chest to his strong neck, pulling him closer by his hair for a passionate kiss. 
"Draco, darling?" Pansy asked, snapping her finger to have him back to reality. 
"What?" 
"Class is over. We need to move for Potions."  
Draco grunted. The two hours of Divination passed so fast and they still had one hour before lunch. He used to like Potions with Snape but Slugorn was too weird for his liking, and today's potion was about making an antidote for a love potion. Draco prefered to learn more about useful potions, but Pansy had said it was useful because people got drugged a lot more lately with love potions and knowing how to help was their mission. Draco didn’t dare tell her that she sounded like Granger.
They met the Gryffindors again in the hallway.hey were still fighting playfully with each other. They were loud and Draco could see the girls being distant, not paying much attention to the Quidditch debate here. 
"Ah, dear students, come in, come in!" Slughorn said enthusiastically. 
The Slytherins let the Gryffindors enter first, Pansy rolling her eyes when Ron and Harry looked at them after Seamus told something to both them. 
"I will screw up my antidote, give them that damn love potion and send them to the hospital wing if they dare say anything bad to us." 
"Pans, they're not worth your talent in potions," Draco snorted. 
"But they still hate us." She huffed, making her way to the classroom.
"You tried to sell Harry to Voldemort last year." 
"Don't tell me no one thought about it. It's called surviving." 
"Yeah but we're not exactly the type of people to—" 
Draco stopped mid sentence as he entered the room. The smell was strong but he couldn't identify the source. His eyes immediately landed on Harry and then on the cauldron. The smile was spiraling in an uncommon way. A strong smell of sweat, fire but also.. bergamot scent? 
"Professor?" Harry said, his gaze still on Draco, who gulped when he turned his head toward Harry. 
"Yes, Mister Potter?" 
"What kind of love potion is it today?" 
"Amortentia. I recall you already know the antidote to the love potion." 
"Well, I can't smell anything," Pansy snorted, knowing fully the capacity of the potion. "Only Seamus' smell from the Herbology fight." 
"What do you mean?" Seamus asked, surprised. 
"Well, you smell like  bergamot and fire and sweat. You could take a shower after Quidditch, seriously!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco choked. "All I smell is Potter and it's the same thing!" 
The whole classroom went silent and looked at the Slytherins then the Gryffindors. Even Slughorn kept quiet, loving the little drama going on. Draco looked at Pansy, then Seamus and then Harry. Everybody was staring at the cauldron and at each other. 
"We both took showers after practice," Seamus said softly, looking with fear at Harry. 
"What do you smell, Seamus?" Harry asked genuinely. 
"Violets, cigarette smoke and Chanel n°5 perfume." 
Draco looked directly at Pansy. It was her smell. She'd been smoking a lot since the end of the war and her favorite perfume was exactly this one. No one could have known unless they were a Muggleborn. 
"What about you, mate?" 
Draco swallowed hard when Ron asked Harry about his smell. He couldn't possibly smell Draco. The odds would be close to zero, like the chance for Pansy and him to smell exactly the same thing but not for the same person. 
"Old books, forest pine and citrus." 
"What the—" Ron started to say, angry by the answer. "You told me you didn't like Hermione that way!"
"Ronald!" the girl shouted, surprised by the statement. 
Draco looked down, already disappointed by the answer. Of course Hermione would be a choice. They grew up together.  They were best friends and they were really close. Though he thought Harry  would smell that Weasley girl instead of Granger…
"It's not about her, you idiot!" Harry said, walking toward Draco. They looked at each other when Harry put his hand on Draco's chin to make him look into his eyes. "Who do you think I've been obsessed with for years?" 
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bluestempigeons · 1 year
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Available bird: Bergamot
4 year old Frillback cock. Somewhat tame, but hand shy. Could make a great pet with a little work! He's been an joy to have inside for short stints, and will come over and hop on my lap to check out what I'm doing. If you are planning on breeding him, he needs fosters. He is not able to raise peeps due to temperamental issues when on the nest.
Email me at [email protected] if interested. Do not message me on here, I will not respond.
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the-clumsywitchkitchen · 10 months
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