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cosmeticsandpersonalcaremarket · 10 months ago

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Savor the Scents: Unveiling the Flavor & Fragrance Industry

From the invigorating aroma of freshly brewed coffee to the delicate notes of your favorite perfume, flavors and fragrances are woven into the tapestry of our daily lives. But beyond the delightful sensory experience lies a booming Flavor & Fragrance (F&F) industry, driven by innovation, evolving consumer preferences, and global reach. Buckle up, scent-national readers, as we embark on a journey to explore the size, growth, key players, and exciting future of this captivating industry.

A Flavorful Picture: Market Size & Share

The global F&F market is a behemoth, estimated to reach a staggering US$58.8 billion by 2028, boasting a healthy CAGR of 3.9%. This translates to billions of dollars spent on flavorings for our food and beverages, and fragrances for our personal care products and household items. As of 2023, the market already stands at US$48.8 billion, showcasing its significant contribution to the global economy.

Regional Palates: Where the Spices Shine

While the Flavor & Fragrance industry enjoys global popularity, regional variations in size and growth add a distinct flavor to the mix. Asia Pacific currently holds the largest slice of the cake, accounting for a 40% market share in 2023. This dominance is fueled by a burgeoning middle class, rising disposable income, and a deep-rooted culinary tradition. North America follows closely behind with a 33% share, driven by its mature F&F industry and diverse consumer base. Europe rounds out the top three with a 20% share, showcasing its sophisticated scent preferences and established fragrance houses.

Aromatic Alchemy: Growth Drivers Fueling the Industry

Several factors are propelling the F&F market forward:

Rising disposable income: As spending power increases, consumers indulge in premium flavors and fragrances, seeking unique sensory experiences.

Urbanization and busy lifestyles: Convenience foods and ready-to-eat meals drive demand for flavorful ingredients and artificial fragrances.

Health and wellness focus: Natural and organic flavors and fragrances attract health-conscious consumers.

Evolving consumer preferences: The rise of ethnic cuisines, artisanal products, and personalized scents fuels innovation in the industry.

Market Mavens: Who’s Cooking Up Flavors and Scents?

International Flavors & Fragrances (IFF): A leading player in both flavorings and fragrances, catering to a wide range of industries.

Symrise: A renowned fragrance house known for its high-quality scents and customized solutions.

DSM: A major player in both flavors and fragrances, focusing on innovation and sustainability.

Firmenich: A leading fragrance house known for its iconic perfumes and creative collaborations.

Challenges and Opportunities: Seasoning for Success

Despite its promising outlook, the F&F market faces some hurdles:

Intense competition: The abundance of players and product options can make it challenging for new entrants to stand out.

Fluctuating raw material prices: Rising costs of ingredients can impact product pricing and profitability.

Regulatory landscape: Stringent regulations on ingredients and labeling can pose challenges for manufacturers.

However, opportunities abound:

Sustainability: Eco-friendly ingredients, responsible sourcing, and biodegradable packaging attract environmentally conscious consumers.

Regionalization: Catering to local taste preferences and cultural nuances presents expansion opportunities.

Technological advancements: AI-powered flavor and fragrance creation, 3D printing of personalized scents, and bioengineering offer exciting possibilities.

Future Forecast: A Savory and Sensational Outlook

Market research experts predict continued growth for the F&F industry in the coming years:

Focus on functional flavors and fragrances: Products enhancing mood, cognitive function, and well-being are expected to gain traction.

Digitalization and online platforms: E-commerce will play a major role in reaching consumers globally.

Personalization: Customized flavor and fragrance experiences tailored to individual preferences will be in high demand.

Unlocking Insights: Market Research Reports to Guide Your Journey

Navigating the complex F&F industry requires in-depth data and insightful analyses. Market research reports by organizations like Ken Research offer valuable resources. These reports delve into market size, growth projections, regional trends, competitive landscapes, and emerging opportunities, empowering investors, brands, and industry stakeholders to make informed decisions and capitalize on the delectable future of the F&F industry.

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insightslicelive · 2 years ago

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Flavors and Fragrances Market Will Generate Booming Growth Opportunities to 2032 | V. MANE FILS SA, Robertet SA, T. Hasegawa Co Ltd

insightSLICE has compiled key insights and presented a research report on market titled “Global Flavors and Fragrances Market 2023-2032” the report begins with an overview of the industrial environment, analysis of market size, by-products, regions, application, market competition within active companies. The research analyzes market share, demand, trends and forecast in the coming years. The…

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years ago

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son of a preacher man | rhett abbott x reader

disclaimer; this thot popped into my brain this morning as i listened to 'son of a preacher man' by dusty springfield, feel free to listen to it as you read. I myself am agnostic so if there's any inaccuracies-- *shrugs*. both characters are 20.

warnings; religious themes, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, female reader, afab!reader, corruption kink, innocence, dresses mentioned, attempt at masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of sick parent, size kink(?)

summary; rhett abbott, the preacher's son, is the only one who had ever reached a part of you, a part of you you hardly knew yourself.

word count; 4K.

tagging people who might like; @hangmanapologist @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @lt-bradshaw @roleycoleyreccenter

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Spring had come suddenly that year, the meadows waking from their long sleepy absence and blooming slowly with white and pale lavender wildflowers. The sweet fragrance that emanated from the very earth you walked on was intoxicating to you, more than happy to spend long afternoons amongst the meadow wildlife if time allowed it.

More often than not though, there was no time. Your father had fallen ill the past year, and his health had steadily declined as the raw winter chill seeped through the old wood of your house. Mother had needed all the help she needed around the house, with the sweet lambs you had out back, shearing them and spinning yarn from their soft fur.

You’d often work tirelessly at knitting sweaters, little socks and mittens for the church charity, or to sell on market days to help sustain the farm and your fathers medication. Sometimes mother let you knit out on the meadows, but most of the time she wanted you near her.

The one day you steadfastly looked forward to was Sundays. Sundays when the kind Reverend Royal Abbott would make sure to visit your family after Sunday service to read for your mother and your father, as your fathers health no longer allowed him to attend sermons. It was not so much Father Abbotts blessings that brought you feelings of elation and butterflies, no, it was more so the blessing of his youngest son.

It was the one afternoon you were completely free from your mothers watchful eyes, and she always let you wander the meadows with the Abbott boy for as long as you needed - under the impression that the preacher’s son was offering you the lord's word as comfort for the situation that was impending. She always gave you a comforting and sympathetic smile as the younger Abbott took you for a walk through your back lawn, out towards the meadows, pastures and forests adjacent.

You and Rhett Abbott were the same age, and you’d always had such a soft spot for the cerulean eyed boy with longer hair and mischief twinkling in his smile and eyes. You knew his mother Cecelia often reprimanded him, and wished he was more like his older brother Perry who sported short, more respectable hair, and who had already married.

There was something enchanting about him, the way your body and soul always seemed so in tune with him - how when he entered the room, your very being would vibrate with the need to be close to him.

He was everything. Tall, broad, beautiful and kind. You were, according to yourself, rather plain. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined he would desire you in any way, until you noticed how he always made a point to accompany his father to your house on Sunday afternoons. In the beginning, he would sit near you as you listened to his fathers preaching.

It was hard to concentrate on the words of the Reverend, when his son was running his strong hands softly across the thin fabric of your white, billowy Sunday dress. When he did it the first time, you’d turned to him in shock, only to be met with a sympathetic look as he opted to let his hand rest on your shoulder. It clicked in your mind then that he was offering you comfort. Taking in your surroundings, you saw your mother in tears at the preacher's words, and you bowed your head - only partly ashamed you’d been too busy taking in the scent and the close proximity of Rhett to fully understand Royal’s gruff voice.

His hand on your shoulder, warmth seeping through the thin and soft fabric of your dress made you inhale the softest of gasps. You wanted to melt into his touch and never leave, but you managed to sit up straight with your hands neatly folded in your lap that Sunday afternoon.

As they left that Sunday, Royal tipped his hat and bid your family farewell, as Rhett gripped your shoulder tightly again and spoke softly;

Everything will be alright.

You could tell Royal was proud of his son, thinking his wilder spouse had finally found the way of the Lord. Perhaps that’s why, as time went on, Rhett would make a point to speak verses of comfort to you when they visited. He kept touching your upper arm and shoulder, once venturing to rest his large palm just above your knee - but the surprised gasp you had let out had been so loud he’d had to pretend to swat away a fly as the elders turned to look at you.

Being good isn’t always easy, you tell yourself that night as you imagine Rhett’s firm touch all over your body, burning sensations flaring when you thought of his palm reaching higher up on your thigh. Your own daintier hand didn’t feel the same as you graced it up your inner thigh, your nightgown bunching around your hips as soft gasps spilled from parted lips, legs falling apart further and further as you thought of Rhett’s tall frame fitting in between them.

Hesitant touches made you writhe in your bed, breaths coming in short gasps, but never truly getting satisfied. No one had ever taught you about your own body, had never told you what sort of feeling you were yearning for when your body burned and ached like this.

A soft, longing, moan of the preacher’s son's name fell from your lips as you brushed against a spot that momentarily satiated the ache, but you lost it in your surprise that overtook you at what had tumbled from your mouth. That night you contemplated your actions, wondering if you were no longer a good girl in the eyes of the Lord. It surprised you that you felt little shame about your actions.

After a whole week of chores, knitting and tending to your little lambs, it was soon Sunday again. You’d opted to wear your Sunday dress again, as you would any Sunday, but you had to admit you spent a little more time with the rest of your appearance. As Father Abbott and his son approached your abode, your mother sang their praises to you, gushing over how kind they were to come to your house personally to make sure your poor father’s soul could be salvaged.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Royal grumbled, taking off his hat and bowing his head before he kept talking “today, my son was wondering if he might have the privilege to preach to your daughter - he has expressed concern for how she might be faring in these dire circumstances.”

Glancing up at your mother, you saw tears glistening in her eyes as she nodded “Of course, Father Abbott, we are so blessed to have you preaching to us who are a bit older - certainly, our daughter would be thankful to have a younger perspective upon her hardships,” she answered for you, and you could only bite your lip to keep your smile at bay.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Rhett spoke, before he revealed what passages he would cover with you today. “Could we perhaps be allowed on the meadow out back?” Rhett continued, eyes flitting between your mother and his father “I find that nature can instill peace along with the Lord’s words,” he elaborated and your mother nodded, tears now glittering on her cheeks.

“My little lamb does love spending her time on the meadow, does it offer you peace my dove?” Your mother doted on you, as if she now at once understood why you were out there. You could only nod mutely, not entirely believing your luck as the elders made room for Rhett to lead you through your back lawn, your arm tucked respectfully in his arm.

Those first times, Rhett did take you for a walk. He would talk in soft, soothing voices, once in a while adding some passages from verses. Mostly, the two of you would talk of other matters too, and getting to know Rhett was exhilarating. He told you of the times he’d snuck out to the rodeo, told you how his friend had snuck him onto a bull that had bucked him off. He told you of the thrill, of how he’d felt so alive.

You looked at him with starry eyes, and he looked at you with soft adoration in his eyes as he told you how he had always found you sweet. Had always looked out for you. Surprised, you gently argued that he had never talked to you much when you were in school together.

He told you he would often try to sit near you, would always try to land himself in projects with you, but that their teacher thought he was a little bit of a bad boy, preacher's son or not. A soft smile made its way onto your face as he confessed these sweet thoughts to you, bowing your head downwards out of habit.

Feeling his rough fingertips under your chin made your head spin as he tilted your face up so he could see you again “you’re so sweet… so beautiful, little lamb” he whispered, cerulean eyes taking in your parted lips and your slightly furrowed brows.

“Rhett,” his name was out of your mouth, breathy and pleading, before you knew it. His breath seemed to hitch, before he groaned your name, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours - facial expression akin to fathers when he was in pain. It seemed as if his other hand was itching to pull you flush to his body, hovering in the air between you when the two of you heard Royal shouting Rhett’s name in the distance. Apparently the Sunday sermon was over.

“Rhett.” You all but whimpered, longing for his touch, for anything he would be willing to give you. The pained expression was back on his face as he looked down at you again, he gently cupped your face in between his large palms, letting his blue eyes devour your features before he spoke.

“Shh, little lamb, everything is alright. I’ll see you next Sunday, alright? I’ll try to see if I can come before that okay?” He whispered to you, and you nodded, watching as he smiled softly before letting his lips press a lingering kiss to your cheek before he straightened up and guided you back to your house.

Letting out a shaky breath, your mother appeared before you, letting you know which chores needed done before sundown. She took in your shaky state and asked if you were feeling alright.

“Preacher’s son had chosen some… very emotional verses today, I’m sorry mother.” The lie slipped almost too easily from your tongue, and your mother smiled sympathetically, offering you a small pat on your shoulder before she was off, singing praises about that preacher's son.

That week, Rhett appeared when you went to sell your knitted goods at the market, and he had taken his brother's place when you brought the pieces for the charity for the church. When he caught sight of you, those beautiful blues of his would look fiery and alive. His touches would linger, his words like sweet honey as he praised your handiwork. As he collected items for the charity, you decided to stay and help him for a while.

Soon enough, it was time to close the church doors, and it seemed as if Rhett could wait no longer. As the doors hid the two of you from the world, he whispered your name in desperation, cradling your face and neck in his large hands, tilting your head up.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, and a soft, needy noise escaped you at his close proximity, at his words and the way he held you so delicately between his hands.

“Please, Rhett,” you breathed out, daring to let trembling fingers clutch at his white button-up, hesitantly pulling him to you. “Oh, my sweet little dove,” he groaned before his lips came down on yours in a slow kiss, his lips moving against yours in a way that made you dizzy. His warm, wet tongue venturing into your willing mouth, slowly caressing your tongue, swallowing your soft gasps.

You had never been kissed like this before - it was intoxicating, and sent heat coursing through your very veins, down to your core. Rhett’s hand had slipped into your hair at some point and the sensation of his strong hold on you had a foreign sound leaving you, a sound you only made on those nights when you had tried in vain to replicate the fire coursing through you now.

The sound of a heavy door slamming, had Rhett pulling away, smiling down at you as he stole one last quick kiss before promising he’d see you that Sunday.

As Sunday came, you felt daring in opting for the white dress that was almost sheer in its thin fabric. It was usually paired with a white bra and top, and sometimes a cardigan. Today, you had foregone both bra and top, covering yourself with your usual cardigan to not raise suspicion with your mother.

To your great surprise, there was a knock on the door before noon, long before the sermon in church was over. Your mother opened the door to see Rhett, holding a bible in one hand and a soothing smile on his face as he explained he had picked out a lengthier passage today, and that his father would come by later. Your mother looked elated as she called for you, ushering you out the door with the preacher’s son.

As you caught sight of Rhett, that familiar ache burned within you, his very innocent touch on your elbow enough to have you leaning closer to him.

Today he led you further away, down the far end of the flowery meadow, where a couple of trees shielded the spot from direct view.

“Rhett-” you had barely finished his name when his lips crashed down on yours in a frantic kiss, his hands squeezing at your waist. “I’m sorry, little lamb. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you,” he chuckled, gracing your cheek with the back of his hand. You smiled sweetly at him, leaning into his broad chest, letting yourself tuck your face into his warm neck as he held you.

“Rhett,” you tried again, biting your bottom lip as you wondered if this confession would have him fleeing “you… always make me feel funny inside,” you spoke hesitantly, feeling foolish for telling him.

“Can you tell me how I make you feel, honey?” His voice was dark, and his grip on you had tightened slightly, his one hand guiding your chin from out of its hiding place.

Licking your lips you looked into his stormy eyes “like my whole body is on fire… like, like I ache for you,” you furrowed your brows “I tried once, tried to… soothe it, but I- I didn’t know how, and it felt—“ you trailed off, embarrassed.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Rhett groaned, “you have no idea what you do to me, do you? Sweet little thing,” he murmured against your neck, where he started licking and kissing.

“I feel it now,” you confessed with a whine, and Rhett chuckled against your skin. “Mm, have I made you ache, little lamb?” He rumbled and you nodded “where does it ache, sweets?” He continued, his hands caressing your arms slowly.

Licking your lips, you detached yourself from the warm comfort of Rhett’s embrace, slowly removing your cardigan to reveal your all but bare breasts through the sheer fabric of your dress. Not entirely knowing why, or how, your hands slowly inched up the length of your body, keeping eye contact with Rhett as your dainty hands palmed at your breasts, a soft moan escaping you.

“It aches here, Rhett,” you mewled, letting one hand run down the length of your stomach as you whispered “and here, too,”

The growl that left the preacher's son was near animalistic, and his eyes burned with desire as you hitched your white dress up your thigh.

“Teach me” you breathed out as your eyes fluttered closed, and Rhett’s tall frame embraced you, holding you against his hard form. His lips were all over you, kissing you, loving you. His larger palms soon replaced your smaller ones, massaging and palming at your breasts - his nimble fingers teasing your nipples in a way that had you crying out in the pleasure that coursed through you. You knew only he could soothe the ache, you’d known it must be so.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl,” Rhett groaned against you, mouthing at your exposed collarbones before he let his lips latch onto your hardened nipple over the fabric of your breast, suckling, licking and nipping softly at it, only making you louder, mewling and crying out his name.

“Fuck, baby,” he spoke gruffly before he held you in his arms and guided you down on the flowerbed. “Don’t know if I want to teach you how to soothe the ache, baby,” he confessed as he continued to let his tongue wet the fabric of your dress. “Want to be the only one who can make you feel like this, the only one you give yourself to,” he moaned, switching to the other nipple and massaging the other in his hand.

His moans were getting whinier as your hands found his long locks, his suckling becoming more fervent, his hips grinding into your soft thigh.

“I’ll teach you next time, sweet lamb,” he grunted, pushing your dress up to rest by your waist, your glistening bare cunt a stark contrast against the flowers that budded around your body. Rhett moaned again at the sight, letting his two fingers slowly glide between your slick lips, taking in the soft moans you let out for him.

“Fuck I need to taste you,” he moaned, letting his shoulders rest between your thighs, groaning at how easily you spread yourself out for him. “So good for me, such a good girl,” he hummed, and the words sent fire coursing through your veins as you leaned on your elbows to look down at him. At the stroke of his tongue against your heat, your head fell back, a loud cry ripping from your throat.

“Rhett, oh my god!” You gasped, feeling his tongue swirl around parts of yourself you didn’t know could feel that good. As his wet muscle circled your entrance, you keened softly, canting your hips instinctively to get more. More of him.

“Chasing my mouth now, hm, sweet lamb?” He hummed, chuckling darkly as he licked a broad stripe up your cunt “Want to ride my face, don’t you, filthy girl?” His eyes burned into yours and at his words you couldn’t help the obscene moan you let out. Your body was on fire, your thoughts were starting to turn hazy as Rhett’s tongue brought your first orgasm crashing over your body.

“Fuck, you look like an angel,” Rhett groaned as he took in the sight of your slick coating your inner thighs, your pussy glistening in the sunlight, chest heaving and breasts fully visible as the wet fabric clung to them - nipples hard at the chill of the wind.

A whimper left you as he did, his body not touching you momentarily to rid himself of his clothes. “Rhett” you whined, and instantly he was on you again, kissing you, your slick shining on his chin as you tasted your essence on him.

“I need you,” you gasped, feeling something hard and hot between your legs. Looking down you saw that Rhett’s cock was achingly hard, his thick head red and leaking. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything more beautiful. A pitiful mewl left you, your hand grasping at the hair at his neck to force his mouth down on yours again, as Rhett started guiding his cock between your lips, circling your clit before catching slightly on your hole and repeating the motion.

“You need me to take care of you, sweetheart?” Rhett’s voice was strained, filled with lust and need. You nodded weakly “Please, Rhett,” you gasped, the sensations he brought you wholly heavenly to you.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, caressing your cheek as you keened at his praise, his swollen head now sinking into your wet heat. “Oh” you gasped, whining at the stretch of his cock entering you.

“Doing so well, little lamb - taking my cock so well for me,” he soothed, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your lips as his forehead rested against yours. “It hurts… you’re so big,” you cried, and he was instantly soothing you with kisses, stilling with only half of his cock entered into you.

“Want me to stop, honey?” He murmured as he kissed at your neck. “No, please,” you murmured back, humming in pleasure as he dragged the front of your dress down to latch his lips onto your bare nipple, suckling and kissing at it, making you moan in pleasure as he pressed further into you.

“Rhett, Rhett-“ you babbled, soft cries leaving you as his hips finally became flush with yours. Tears were clinging on to your lashes, and Rhett softly soothed you, kissing at your cheeks and praising you.

“You’re so tight, feel so good wrapped around my cock… you were made to take me, baby, made just for me,” he moaned as he thrust slowly into you, the drag of his cock inside you enough to have your breath speeding up, wrapping your legs around Rhett’s hips to push him deeper.

You didn’t understand why Rhett let out the longest and loudest moan so far at that, but you wouldn’t complain. His skilled hands were soothing aches all over your body, one landing on your lower abdomen as his shallow thrusts made you feel like you were floating on the clouds.

Reaching for you, he pressed down where he could feel the head of his cock “you’re so full of me right now, darlin’” his voice was husky “can you feel me?” He continued and you could only nod as you mewled softly.

“I love being full of you,” you confessed, soft whines and whimpers leaving you as Rhett brought you closer and closer to heaven. “Want you in me always, never want you to leave” you mewled, gripping at his biceps as his pace picked up.

Rhett groaned at those words, soft curse words leaving his lips as he fucked into your wet core. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, sweetheart, have me drippin’ out of your cunt all day,” he grunted, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips as he hiked your thigh higher up on his hip. His name almost slipped past your lips in a needy moan again, but you almost felt like you wanted to call him more. Something forbidden.

“R-Rhett” his name still stuttered on your lips, and he was smirking down at you, as if he knew you were a bad girl with impure thoughts. Perhaps you’d always been bad. As his fingers toyed with a spot above where you were connected, you ascended to the heavens with the help of him. His name along with unknown phrases coming out in quick succession as you felt warmth fill you as Rhett’s hips stuttered and he cried out your name in a strangled gasp.

Still inside you, Rhett let his body come down on yours, resting his head between your exposed breasts, mouthing at them softly. His hands caressed your sides lovingly as he told you he was yours now. And you were his. You’d given yourself to him, and you didn’t mind. You never wanted to leave this meadow - never wanted Rhett to leave you.

As the sun warmed your bodies, and you’d placed countless kisses to his bare shoulders, Rhett helped you dress, smiling at his slick already painting your inner thighs. Pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, he asked you;

“Can you get away again tonight?”

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tastesoftamriel · 2 years ago

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Sadri's nix-hound noodles

This dish is considered a bit too simple by Telvanni standards to be served in mushroom towers, but nix-hound noodles are a traditional Dunmeri favourite that the commoners of Morrowind love! Spicy, fragrant, savoury, and packed with flavourful nix-hound meat and Morrowind's tastiest mushrooms, you'll find this ubiquitous dish at any market stall or tavern, like The Retching Netch.

For the hungry ones, serve with boiled kwama egg marinated overnight in saltrice sauce! Makes 4 portions.

You will need:

200g thin wheat noodles (like somen)

350g minced beef, turkey, or chicken

5 button mushrooms, or any other mushrooms of the equivalent size, chopped finely

2 shallots, diced

3 cloves garlic, diced

2 spring onions, chopped small

1 tbsp Shaoxing cooking wine

1 tbsp mala peppercorn oil (optional)

4 tbsp Lao Gan Ma crispy chili oil

3 tbsp soy sauce

2 tbsp sesame oil

1/2 tbsp sugar

1 tbsp tahini

Vegetable oil, for cooking

Method:

In a pan, lightly fry the shallots, mushrooms , and spring onions. Once the mushrooms release their water and start to shrink, add the garlic and continue to fry until the garlic and shallots are browned.

Add the meat when the vegetables soften, and add a splash of soy sauce and about 2-3 tsp sesame oil to infuse the fragrance. Stir-fry until browned and cooked through, then set aside.

Liberally salt your water and boil your noodles for 4-6 minutes (depending on the brand/type of noodles this may vary, please see packet for instructions).

While the noodles cook, prepare the sauce. Combine the Shaoxing, Lao Gan Ma, mala oil, soy sauce, sesame oil, sugar, and tahini in a bowl, then mix well. Pop the mixture back into the pan with the meat, and quickly mix together on low heat to warm it up.

Strain your noodles and divide into bowls. Top with the meat sauce and serve immediately.

Optional: serve with boiled eggs marinated overnight in soy sauce. Hard boil your eggs and peel them, before leaving them to sit in a tupperware container overnight in the fridge, submerged in 1/4 cup dark soy sauce and 1/2 cup water. Serve cold as a side to your noodles.

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autumnsup · 6 months ago

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2024: A Perfume Odyssey

For anyone who might possibly be reading this, it's not entirely accurate of me to say that my fragrance journey began in 2024. It really began the previous year through a combination of curiosity and boredom, and had its origins in my last trip to France, which was in 2017.

I went with 2024 because in March I took my first trip abroad since France, this time to Italy, and I was positively inundated with fragrance during the two weeks I spent there. Milan was the city of oud and other opulent odors, while Venice, Florence and Rome strayed more into floral and fruity territory, but all throughout I was delighted by the world of scents (and flavors) I had so newly (re)discovered.

After returning home, I flipped through my "library" of fragrances and found something lacking. For me, trying out a scent is like selecting an accessory to go with an outfit, or being briefly transported to a different dimension accessed by sense memory. I'd acquired a few of each over the years--notably Frédéric Malle Outrageous in travel size and Tokyomilk Everything & Nothing in full size--but most of the samples I'd ordered through the mail fell short of what I wanted them to be.

Full disclosure: my initial buying choices last year may have been influenced by an ASMRtist on YouTube and a movie star with a mission to create "clean" unisex fragrances. The results were entertaining if not as satisfying as I'd hoped. English-born Penhaligon's yielded some fun origin stories like Hammam Bouquet (Oscar Wilde's fragrance of choice apparently) and Blenheim Bouquet (Winston Churchill's), but few felt like something I would actually want to wear more than once or twice. I'm not drawn to most stronger scents like vanilla or patchouli, and I tend to be selective with florals or anything that smells like it came out of a magazine ad.

In Italy I smelled many things, including Véronique Gabai and Goutal Paris and Diptyche and Santa Maria Novella (referenced in the latest Ripley series on Netflix), but the only fragrance I brought home was VG Sexy Garrigue, which to me smells like being gently submerged in a honey bath on a sunlit afternoon. It carries just a whisper of oud, reminding me of the city where I found it, Milan, without feeling drowned by it. A transportive scent par excellence that also serves perfectly well as an accessory.

In contrast, there's D.S. & Durga. I'd become aware of this niche New York-based boutique fragrance power couple after being gifted a Spirit Lamp-scented candle a few years ago, but it wasn't until I'd returned from Italy that I finally took the plunge and ordered some samples from them.

I started with a four-pack comprised of I Don't Know What, Cowboy Grass, Sweet Do Nothing, and Amber Kiso. Based on the many reviews I'd read, these were some of the OGs mixed with more recent additions, but nothing prepared me for what I would experience upon spraying each for the first time.

(On second thought, I wouldn't say I was entirely unprepared. I'd been inhaling Spirit Lamp for a while after all--a delicious milky-sweet delicacy with underlying hints of metal and musk--and it has been designated the "sex candle" in our household 🤭).

I Don't Know What (a literal English translation of je ne sais quoi) is more or less as described: a woodsy framework meant to be layered and built upon, or otherwise lending a subtle glow to one's natural body scent. I found that it layered well with one of the fragrances I'd sampled last year, and I will likely add them both to my wishlist.

Cowboy Grass was a surprise. Not as transportive as I'd been led to believe (whoever is behind the marketing team at DS&D is a genius), but it grew on me as it revealed notes both leathery and sweet, like a warm breeze wafting through an open-air market in the desert. OK, so maybe that last sentence reveals it to be more transportive than my initial impression made it out to be. It doesn't evoke either cowboys or grass in my mind, but I could picture someone like Curt Wild wearing it, which makes it even more appealing to me.

Amber Kiso, on the other hand, was deeply transportive. I tried it for the first time right before settling into a long meditation session and felt like I'd been whisked away to a holy forest, or possibly a monastery in the Himalayas. A bit too strong in the amber department to wear regularly, but I will be bringing it out whenever I want to experience it just for myself and be transported again.

Sweet Do Nothing was as advertised, heavy on the orange blossom and evoking a casual summery spirit. There are certain true floral scents that I will tolerate, orange blossom and rose among them, and I will likely continue to spritz this one on through the summer without feeling a need to buy more.

In summary, D.S. & Durga is the most varied adventure in fragrancy I've had yet, and it's going to be a struggle to prevent myself from ordering yet more samples from them this year. 😩 Which brings me to my final confession: I caved in to a promotional deal with FragranceNet.com this week.

It wasn't entirely out of the blue because I'd been longing after a couple of Goutal Paris fragrances sampled in Italy, and I was thrilled to find a travel-sized Eau d'Hadrien for a very affordable price. I justified the rest of my purchases as either birthday gifts (Tea Rose for the mom and Burberry for the fiancé) or low-stakes forays into other realms of scent I hadn't experienced before.

I think I've amassed enough of a collection at this point to satisfy this particular itch for the rest of the season at least--Eau d'Hadrien especially was made for the heat of summer, with its ginger-sharp edges and sweet heart that could fit the likes of Arthur Stuart--but I don't believe it's the last time I will be waxing lyrical about olfactory matters, nor do I want it to be. 💋

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hritika1 · 11 months ago

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A World of Aroma and Appetite: Unveiling the Global Flavors and Fragrances Market

Close your eyes and take a deep breath. What do you smell? The sweet tang of summer berries? The warm comfort of freshly baked bread? The invigorating burst of citrus after a rain shower? Each scent tells a story, transporting us to different places and times. And behind every captivating aroma, every delectable flavor, lies the fascinating world of the Global Flavors and Fragrances Market.

What is the Flavor and Fragrance Market, anyway?

Imagine a giant pantry bursting with exotic spices, ripe fruits, and fragrant herbs. Now, picture a perfume counter overflowing with captivating scents, promising escapes to faraway lands. This vibrant tapestry of taste and aroma — that’s the essence of the global flavors and fragrances market.

Why is it Booming?

People everywhere are craving sensory experiences. We want food that awakens our taste buds, fragrances that spark memories, and products that create a holistic feel-good sensation. This hunger for unique flavors and captivating scents is fueling the market’s phenomenal growth.

Just how Big is This Delicious Market?

Get ready for some mouthwatering numbers. The global flavors and fragrances market is estimated to be a multi-billion dollar behemoth, and it’s projected to grow steadily in the coming years. This means more exotic spices on supermarket shelves, more artisanal ice cream parlors, and a wider range of captivating perfumes to choose from.

What are the Hottest Trends in Flavors and Fragrances?

Going Natural: Consumers are increasingly seeking organic, healthy flavors and fragrances, free from artificial additives and synthetic chemicals. Think elderflower infusions in sparkling water or earthy patchouli essential oils.

Global Gastronomy: We’re embracing exotic tastes from around the world, from Korean BBQ-inspired snacks to Ethiopian spice blends. Get ready for a flavor fiesta!

Mindful Scents: Aromatherapy is on the rise. Fragrances that promote relaxation, focus, or even sleep are becoming increasingly popular. Lavender for restful nights, anyone?

Sustainable Solutions: Eco-conscious consumers are demanding environmentally friendly practices from flavor and fragrance companies. This means sustainable sourcing, biodegradable packaging, and reduced carbon footprints.

Who are the Big Players in this Aromatic Game?

Industry giants like International Flavors & Fragrances (IFF), Givaudan, Firmenich, and Symrise dominate the market with their expertise in creating world-class flavors and fragrances for food, beverages, personal care products, and more.

What Does the Future Hold for This Sensory Sensation?

The future of the global flavors and fragrances market is all about personalization, innovation, and sustainability. Expect advancements in AI-powered scent optimization, customized fragrance subscriptions, and even flavor and fragrance pairings based on individual preferences and even genetics.

So, there you have it, a glimpse into the vibrant and ever-evolving world of flavors and fragrances! This market is more than just about taste and smell; it’s about creating experiences, evoking emotions, and connecting us to the world around us. So, the next time you savor a delicious meal or lose yourself in a captivating scent, remember the magic behind it — the artistry and innovation of the global flavors and fragrances market.

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askwhatsforlunch · 9 days ago

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Rye Sourdough

It may be that I now bake my sourdough loaves according to the seasons! This beautiful Rye Sourdough, for instance, with its nutty flavour and the suave fragrance of chestnut honey, is definitely bread for Autumn! Scrumptious still warm and slathered with butter, it also beautifully compliments strong cheeses with Quince Paste, plum jams or pear preserves! Happy Thursday!

Ingredients (makes 1 loaf):

1 tablespoon pure good quality raw Chestnut Honey (I bought the one I'm using at a farmer's market in Chambord, the beehives are kept in the Sologne Forest)

about 180 millilitres/¾ cup hot water

½ tablespoon vegetable oil like sunflower or grapeseed

2 1/3 cup strong white flour

1 cup rye flour

1 teaspoon salt

325 grams/11.5 ounces Sourdough Starter

Spoon Chestnut Honey into a small bowl. Stir in hot water until completely dissolved. Allow mixture to become lukewarm.

Grease a large glass bowl with grapeseed oil; set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, combine strong white flour, rye flour and salt, and give a good stir. Add Sourdough Starter and Chestnut Honey mixture, and stir, gradually adding more lukewarm water, if necessary, until a soft, slightly sticky dough forms. You may not need to add any more water at all, but your dough should not be dry, it should just stick a bit to your fingers.

Tip dough out onto a clean surface, and knead, a good 10 to 15 minutes. Kneading will make it smooth and elastic and no longer sticky. Shape into a ball, and pop into prepared bowl. Cover with an oiled sheet of cling film, and allow to rise, in a warm enough, draught-free place, 3 hours.

Line a bowl or basket with a clean tea towel, and flour it generously (if it isn’t floured enough, the dough will stick to it!)

At this point, the dough should have doubled in size. Tip it out onto the kitchen counter and knead well to knock the air out, 5 minutes, slapping the dough onto the counter-top. Shape the dough into a ball and place into lined basket or bowl, seam-side up. Cover loosely with a lightly oiled sheet of cling film, and prove a second time in a draught-free room. This second prove should take between four to eight hours.

Preheat oven to 220°C/430°F, placing a large tin filled with water on the bottom shelf of the oven, to create steam and a beautiful crust.

Line a baking tray with baking paper.

Once second prove is complete, gently lift off cling film. Then, carefully tip risen dough out of its basket and onto prepared baking tray, lifting off tea towel gently. Spritz gently with water, and slash with a sharp knife. Place baking tray in the middle of the hot oven, and bake at 220°C/430°F, for 30 minutes. Then, reduce heat to 200°C/395°F, and bake, for a further 15 minutes.

Remove from the oven and lift off the baking tray.

Let Rye Sourdough cool completely (if you can), before eating slathered with butter, Apple or Quince Jelly, and Ginger-Plum Jam, with tasty cheeses and good wines!

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starmatzz · 12 days ago

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Chapter 4: Pendant

Treasure Of Utopia

"Please let me go too!" Seonghwa demanded, standing on the main deck while arguing with Hongjoong, who wanted him to stay on the ship.

"Seonghwa..it's too dangerous." Hongjoong sighed, watching his crewmen letting down the dinghies so they can get safely to the port.

"More dangerous than leaving me here with others..?" Seonghwa asked, voice quieter as he didn't want to offend the others.

"The prince is right, captain.." Jongho suddenly joined their conversation, "it's safer to take him with us."

Hongjoong's brows pulled into a frown, nodding in approval.

"But..if you wanna keep him safe you should..you know.." Jongho covered his nose, looking at Seonghwa. Hongjoong immediately understood and his cheeks flushed.

"Oh, you're right." the captain said firmly after clearing his throat. It for sure was an intimate matter, but Hongjoong didn't want to show his soft side to the others entirely. He suddenly grabbed Seonghwa by the collar, pulling him close.

Seonghwa let out a surprised gasp, looking at Jongho who stood behind Hongjoong.

"I am sorry.." Hongjoong mumbled close to his ear, voice deep and dripping with guilt. He began to rub his nose against Seonghwa's scent glands, still clutching the collar of his blouse in his fist.

Seonghwa finally realized what Jongho meant by that as Hongjoong began scenting him. His body temperature quickly rose and his cheeks turned red.

"H-Hongjoong.." he whined, squinting his eyes as his eyebrows pulled in in distress. He could feel all the eyes of other pirates on him.

Feeling like it's been enough, he placed his hands on Hongjoong's chest in attempt to push him away.

"Stay." the pirate growled lowly, other arm slithering around his waist.

Seonghwa whined, feeling Hongjoong's scent envelop him. A sense of safety and being protected washed over him, yet at the same time, a profound compulsion to submit to his presence took hold.

Hongjoong's heart quickened as he found himself inexplicably drawn to Seonghwa's fragrance. Every instinct within him screamed to claim and protect the omega, despite barely knowing him. The grip on Seonghwa's slender waist and the soft skin on his neck was making him get lost in his actions.

After a while, Hongjoong finally, with a little cough from Jongho, pulled away, leaving Seonghwa all dizzy and barely able to stand on his wobbly legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried.

"Yes.." Seonghwa nodded, taking few steps away from him. It was too overwhelming and he had to collect himself.

He couldn't help but notice Mingi staring at him with a murderous glare.

"Fine, we're ready to go."

The vibrant town they reached was sparkling in the sunlight, its harbor filled with ships of varying sizes and characteristics. Commotion echoed from the sailors, dockworkers, and traders engaged in negotiations over prices. The scent of salt from the sea and a mix of piquant spices filling the air.

Hongjoong took only his closest crew. And Seonghwa.

"It looks similar to my hometown.." he mumbled as they got out, walking on the wooden pier towards the market in the downtown.

His heart ached as he thought about home. The place he missed most was the one where he had grown up and knew every corner, every tree, and every cobblestone street. It was as if a part of him was still there, his heart yearning to return to the place where he felt most at ease.

"Oh my..you're a handsome young gentleman..you look like a prince!" Seonghwa turned towards the stranger's voice. It was an older woman, warm smile shining brightly on her face. She was standing next to a jewelry stall, and Seonghwa was curious, so he stepped closer.

"Seonghwa." Hongjoong warned, worried about the prince getting lost. He also hoped nobody here would actually recognized him as the, now missing, prince of Utopia.

Seonghwa was unable to resist the temptation to take a closer look. The beautiful pearl necklaces, sparkling earrings, and shiny rings seemed to call out to him, their beauty beckoning him closer. He stood there for a few moments, unable to tear himself away from the display.

"Choose whatever you like. For you, handsome man, with a discount." The lady said with a smile, her voice honest and welcoming.

He was immediately drawn to a necklace displayed on the counter, the shell pendant catching his eye. The smooth, pearly surface of the shell gleamed in the light, its delicate carvings and swirling patterns evoking images of the sea and all its mystery and beauty. He reached out to touch the necklace, the cool surface of the shell sending a shiver down his spine as if it held some of the magic and power of the ocean itself. He was fighting the temptation to ask the shopkeeper about the necklace, his fingers still caressing the shell pendant as if hypnotized.

Hongjoong was watching Seonghwa, noticing his interest in one of the jewelry. He stepped closer, peeking over his shoulder.

"Do you want it?" he asked, standing maybe too close to Seonghwa as the prince flinched, turning his head towards him.

He thought for a moment, never being the type of a person to ask for anything; despite being a prince. Quickly shaking his head, he bowed to the seller and walked away from the stall.

"Is our deal still valid?" Hongjoong suddenly asked, walking with Seonghwa and the rest of the crew through the market.

"Yes." Seonghwa replied simply, too busy watching all the colorful stalls, each of them selling something different.

"Well then, how about I let you go with Wooyoung to pick the ingredients? You can also take whatever sweets or fruits you like." Hongjoong suggested, dropping a velvet pouch with golden coins into Wooyoung's hand.

Seonghwa agreed with the plan, all of them separating. He and Wooyoung went to the center of the market which was selling food, Mingi and Yunho were on a hunt for some boat ropes and other important supplies. Yeosang with Jongho and Hongjoong wandered around, taking in the magical vibe of the town.

"Here, grab this basket and go pick whatever ingredients you want." Wooyoung handed Seonghwa a wooden basket, he himself being too busy choosing food supplies according to his shopping list. This was Seonghwa's chance to escape. He took the basket, disappearing in the crowd.

"So then I took the sword and-" Yeosang looked at Hongjoong, who was visibly not paying attention to him talking about a dream that he had last night. He snapped his fingers in front of the pirate's face.

"What? Sorry um..you and Jongho go ahead, I need to get something important." he mumbled, to which the other two pirates just shrugged and walked off.

"Ah, you were here with the handsome guy!" the older woman said, seeing Hongjoong return back to the jewelry stall.

"Yes, how much is this necklace?" he asked, pointing at the black leather string with a shell pendant. It was really beautiful, and Hongjoong couldn't help himself but imagine it around Seonghwa's neck.

"Five golden coins." the lady smiled, lifting it up. The shell pendant shone with a silvery and blue-ish glow as it intercepted the light. Its iridescent inner surface refracted the light in a thousand different directions, creating a soft sparkle.

"But, it's for the handsome young man, right?" she grinned, making Hongjoong ears turn red as he slowly nodded.

"Then, my dear, for three" she took a small paper bag, carefully sliding the fragile necklace inside. Hongjoong opened his pouch, taking out three golden coins.

"Thank you.." he said politely, giving her the money as she handed him the paper bag. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he contemplated the purchase he had just made. He felt a warm flutter in his chest, his heart swelling with happiness at the thought of giving it to Seonghwa. It wasn't just the act of buying a gift, but the knowledge that it would bring joy and a smile to him, as he saw in his eyes how much he wanted the necklace.

Seonghwa's heart pounded in his chest as he ran, his senses on high alert as he managed to disappear out of Wooyoung's sight. He darted around corners and down alleys, and with every step, he racked his brain for a place to hide.

Suddenly Hongjoong sensed something wrong, but couldn't tell what. A feeling of unease settled in, and his intuition warned him of danger. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, an unsettling feeling that something was wrong persisted.

"Captain!" Yunho waved with a big smile, standing across the street with Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho next to him. He crossed the street, his eyebrows pulling in. They were back at the main market.

"Guys?!" Wooyoung unforeseen hurriedly approached them too. "Is Seonghwa with you?!" he dropped the baskets loaded with ingredients on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

Hongjoong glared at him, clenching his jaw. "I sent him with you! Are you telling me you lost him!!" he yelled, grabbing Wooyoung by his vest.

"Hongjoong, calm down, maybe he got lost on accident. I am sure we will find him soon." Jongho stood between the captain and Wooyoung, trying to settle him down.

Hongjoong's heart sank as he realized that Seonghwa was nowhere to be found. A wave of worry washed over him, and a pang of fear twisted in his chest. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios as he looked around the market, hoping to find some clue as to where the prince had gone.

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