#liquid lanolin

[intelegaintechnologies]

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Rolex Lanolin products like lanolin oil and lanolin cream are used in sunscreens, make-up, bath products, shaving cream, hair care, nail polish, fragrance etc.

[rahulitl]

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Brief History of Lanolin and Rolex Lanolin Products Limited

Today, in modern times – Rolex Lanolin Products Limited (RLPL) is rediscovering lanolin in a new way to use this an ancient remedy. The lanolin in the ancient times is mentioned in De Materia Medica from Dioscorides under the name “Oesypus”.  

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The best formula to protect your hands from dryness and irritation | Rolex Lanolin

The widespread advice of washing our hands made us overcautious, and the overuse of different sanitizing products can lead to dry or cracked skin. That’s enough reason to make us aware of the importance of moisturizing our hands.

[intelligence365]

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[hollowboobtheory]

can't find the original post and it's that time of year so i'm making a new one!

yearly reminder that lotion isn't the only way to keep your skin moisturized

you got

balms of various sorts even chapstick if that's what you have. the base of the balm will influence the texture. you got shea butter, coco butter, tallow is apparently in this year, bag balm i think is just straight up lanolin (smells kinda smoky and manly too if that matters to you)

oils of various sorts. they can be solid or liquid, avocado, almond, even olive oil is good.

body butters (like a very thick sometimes whipped lotion)

hand creams of various textures and scents (or lack of scents)

if you're a plant person you can get an aloe plant and just pull off a stalk whenever your hands feel dry

vaseline/petroleum jelly products like aquaphor

apparently they make lotion to use in the shower, probably leaves less residue

they make spray moisturizers too

basically just try a bunch of different things and figure out what works best for you

some other reminders because i care about you

the best time to oil up is right after showering/washing your hands. i personally also feel like it leaves less of a lingering residue feeling this way.

human skin doesn't absorb coconut oil. that's why they use it in lube. it's not gonna do shit for your hands. don't pay extra for it.

collagen is a macromolecule and cannot be absorbed through the skin. don't pay extra for it.

the number one thing you can do for your skin in the long term is wear spf. yes even in the winter. the uv rays are still there even when it's cold. yk what's worse than wrinkles? cancer

exfoliants and astringents can really fuck up your moisture barrier, avoid those so you don't need as much moisturizer in the first place

your skin is your first line of defense against infections and a bunch of other stuff so take care of it

[askror]

Here's a question for Lanolin. What drew you to Surge in the first place?

Lanolin sighs, looking down at the coffee in her hand like she was going to find a way to slip behind the mug and hide. Nope, doesn't seem feasible. Might as well answer.

“She was someone I needed, I think.” Lanolin’s eyes grew darker, which was an impressive feat; it didn’t look like she’d been sleeping well lately, or even less so than usual if it could be believed. “I barely understand myself in the best of times. I’m constantly trying to piece together what I’m doing here, how I should handle everything the world throws at me... Surge had all those problems times ten, but she figured them all out."

“She was proof that it was possible, even if it was hard, even if you were in your darkest moments while you were doing it. And she didn't need to become a stuffy jerk to do it, either. She was funny, she was sweet when she wanted to be, she... Liked me. And in the end, all I did was stand there and watch her walk out the door forever like an idiot, and..."

Her grasp on the mug slipped, the shaking in her hand too much. Black liquid spilled on the table like sick blood from a rotting cut from its rim. Her face, which had begun to approach a panicked expression, relaxed back to an icy neutral. She took a deep breath and finally set the unspilt remainder aside.

“I don’t know why she liked me of all people. I didn’t even think having those sort of feelings were possible for me until I met her. And now… I guess I’ll never know. That’s life. So it goes.”

[faker-aus]

Starline finally feels up to talking more with Team Remnant, so he caves. He admits his knowledge of the Metal Virus and the events that followed and preceded it- he saw the tests Eggman ran, he saw nearly each time a city was coated in the liquid metal, he brought the Zeti to Mobius, and the Zeti had kidnapped him to torture him for a full year before abandoning him back on his desolate planet to die a slow death. You would almost pity him. However, he reveals to the team that he has no knowledge of how Eggman created the virus in the first place. The only way to find out how to stop it was to find exactly how it began, so he suggests breaking into Eggman's base.

Lanolin immediately shuts this idea down. The route there is swarming with zombots, so there's no way they could make it there alive. But then Blaze realizes... There are two people on the team who COULD make it there. It's life or death. Belle and Metal could still get badly broken trying to get there, but they can't get infected. There has to be a chance. While Belle mulls this over and debates it with Metal, someone tears down the tent. Lanolin recognizes her immediately, and her blood runs cold.

She's here.

An all too familiar face turned metallic and murderous.

[pure-ablution]

Products I use for soft hands and feet

Soaps and soaks

The only soap I’ll use on my hands is Savon de Marseille, and I like this soap in particular for its gentle nature and vanilla scent. I don’t soak my hands at all, because it messes with my manicure, and I avoid getting my hands wet for any length of time—I wear gloves to shower and wash the dishes.

I’m harsher on my feet, and I use a mixture of diluted liquid castille soap and Hibiscrub to wash them at the end of each day. Once a week, I soak them for 20 minutes in a solution of 1 part Listerine Original and 1 part white vinegar to 4 parts hot water, and add quite a lot of Dead Sea salt. This softens everything and keeps my feet completely clean and free of any nasty fungi or bacteria.

Scrubs and exfoliants

I’m gentle on my hands, and until recently, I didn’t exfoliate them very often at all. A friend gave me a tub of the stupidly expensive Sucre de Gommage from Dior’s ‘Prestige’ line, and I don’t use scrubs on my face, so it was repurposed for my hands. It’s so gently effective, and exfoliates my hands so well. I use it every night, and it’s so good, that I’m almost tempted to buy another—I’m searching for a good replacement, so please send me a message if anyone knows of something similar. Other than this, once a month I use a very small amount of the Ordinary’s 30% AHA + 2% BHA peel on my knuckles and any other areas of my hands that are prone to dryness.

I exfoliate my feet very rigorously, because I walk and dance a lot, and I don’t want callouses. I use the 7% Glycolic Acid toner from the Ordinary every other night, the stronger 30% peel once a month, the treatment from Mr Pumice once a week, and a peeling mask every 3 months to chemically exfoliate—and I use the St Ives scrub, sefid-ab and kiseh, and a foot planing tool to physically keep hard skin at bay.

Cuticle care

These are just the products I use to keep my cuticles soft and hydrated, not those I use to remove them. I like the Onsen serum for morning and night, because it’s so light and hydrating and it soaks in so well. I use the stick balm from Sally Hansen on my hands’ cuticles throughout the day, since it’s portable and not messy, but I use the oil from Cuccio on my feet and on my hands at night. I seal everything in at night with Dior’s Crème Abricot—it’s expensive, but I haven’t found anything else that works so well, and it’s a small luxury for me.

Oils, masks and creams

Back home, I used to use oil from sheep’s tail on my hands and feet, but it’s difficult to find over here, and I’ve discovered that emu oil works just as well, if not slightly better. I use the oil to massage my hands and feet, and by the end, it’s completely soaked in. Urea is such a powerful ingredient for exfoliation, moisturising, and hydration, and this gel-oil serum contains 40% for strong effects. I apply a small amount to my feet, and then follow it up with my favourite foot cream. For my hands, I use the Vanilla 28 cream from Kayali throughout the day, and Yuskin at night—Yuskin (AKA Yu-Be Skin in America) has a 40% glycerine content for maximum hydration and softness, and it’s the best hand cream I’ve found. Then, every 2 weeks, I use the Norwegian Cica masks for hands and feet from Neutrogena, for additional hydration and moisture.

Occlusive treatments

It’s important to lock everything in after a long routine, and at the end of every night, I like using Flexitol balm with 25% urea on my feet, and pure lanolin on my hands. I cover up with cotton socks and gloves, and let everything soak in whilst I’m sleeping. I love using paraffin wax in a heated bath at the end of a long, cold day—it warms me up from the inside out, and really helps boost my skin’s moisture levels. In the winter, I wear special silicone gel socks around the house and sometimes even beneath my tights when I go out, just to keep my feet soft, warm, and constantly moisturised throughout the day.

[intelegaintechnologies]

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What can you use to rub on your baseball glove to break it in? | Rolex Lanolin

Here are the best items you can use to soften your baseball gloves in order to develop a good pocket to grip the ball easily. Read more.

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[intelligence365]

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[mirthlxss]

Off to the races

Chapter 8: He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

It was claustrophobic, even the air did not know how to dispense of his sighs and smoke. 

master list

price x oc, series.

a03: pricescigar, Off to the races is posted in full.

taglist:  @deadbranch , @jxvipike, @smoggyfogbottom

warnings: distress?? toxic conversation?

a/n: their relationship gives me bloody whiplash.

Heavy limbs drowned in the stupor of an alcohol-induced sleep and the stress of the situation. Amalgamating into something rather inescapable, sinking further and further into the bowels of the sofa, she surfed the waves of unconsciousness, tumbling about the drowsing deep. She’d surpassed the morning stir, the heavy footing of polished boots on lanolin floors, the clanking of utensils and the bubbling rumble of the kettle. Life moved on around her, left to sail out into her dreamscapes unperturbed, the hours snuck by and soon morning turned to afternoon, but she remained unaware. 

Long arms bare, the hairs raising to attention with his focus. Stained ceramic clutched carefully between calloused fingers, steam wafting from the cup with each measured huff of air that left his person, almost blowing the aroma over to the snoring stowaway as he loomed about the rec room. Circling the permitter armed with the cup, already disappointed that his pointed rustling hadn’t woken the girl. He’d clanged dirty washing about the sink and boiled the kettle about three times for one cup of bloody coffee. She remained. The Captain ruminated on the fact. She remained. Asleep until one in the afternoon, she remained. Here for nearly a month, she remained. Polluting his agendas, she remained. Poisoning his judgements. 

She remained tucked under his jumper, head atop the arm of the couch. Drool, previously dribbled onto the chest of said jumper, now smudged into the already damaged soft furnishing. By a miracle or the infringing temptations brought wordlessly with the scent of coffee, she stirred. Cream diluting the inky black, clutching onto the fabric that blanketed her torso, elongated yawn that slowly tore into a croaking groan. 

“Was starting to think the curry killed you off there, love.” 

She stirred more, leaning up toward the sound of him stalking over, already teasing despite her barely becoming acquainted with consciousness. Adjusting to the room, hands nestled deeper into their grip of the jumper, tugging it closer to her body as she sat upright and watched as Price placed a cup of coffee beside her, the tan liquid shined up at her. 

“It was a…” She took the time to clutch at the warm cup, both hands bringing it to herself for a grateful sip “a challenge” film-coated vocals, still barely just in the realms of reality. 

A gruff chuckle left him as he sat across from her, taking up the other side of the sofa. It was strangely disarming watching Lilith within the first throws of her morning, nothing like the wounded creature in the hospital. Some aspects remained, her eyes flitted about with a sense of caution, her body naturally wanted to curl up, pushing herself into the corner of the sofa instinctively, nestling under the cover of the jumper. She was careful, tricky despite having been catered to, service beyond what most 'captives' would get, a warm coffee and a smile.

Christ. He’d forgotten the smile. 

“I’m glad you slept well.” He took the opportunity to mention at the dried drool on her visage, raising a digit to his cheek and tapping with a smug look, watching her stall momentarily before catching on and wiping away at her face with an awkward roll of her eyes. 

“I blame it on you, you gave me beer” Lilith huffed, obstinate and slightly embarrassed. She felt less and less like herself, unaccustomed to falling asleep on strangers’ shared sofas and staying in slumber for long past reasonable hours. Having no real direction, no control. Being overly grateful for a beer, or a coffee, at least she wasn’t scrambled enough to be avidly praising the Captain for his subtle acts of charity that came in the form of beverages. 

“A sip, Lilith, I expected you to take a sip or two, not down the whole chuffin’ pint.” 

“But-“

“Nope, I won’t hear it, especially after you succeeded in commandeering another two after the first.” 

Maybe charity was the wrong sentiment. 

She snorted at his pointed disbelief, simpering humorously behind the cup as she raised it to drink more. He’d just shake his head, hand pressing into the scruff of his beard, smothering down a smile that tickled his lips. 

“And now you’ve drunk my coffee” Unable to help himself, he chastised her once more, enjoying the flare of her features as he so clearly perplexed her. 

“You put it next to me!” 

“And so you just took it? Bad manners lil’ miss.” 

She glowered at him, thrusting out the half-empty cup with a sarcastic smile “It was bad coffee anyhow.”

He scoffed at this, raising a brow as he leant back further into the cushions, shrugging at the offering of his ‘bad’ coffee. Lily retracted the cup and haphazardly down the rest, taking loud, pained gasps between each hot gulp before she unceremoniously slapped the cup back down onto the table. 

“You’re too stubborn for your own good.” 

The residual pain of the scalding liquid throbbed lightly around her mouth, his opinion only another hot gulp to swallow. “Is this like the prisoner experience here? Do I get awoken by you every day or is this a punishment of some sort, thought we moved past the torture and interrogate Lily stage.” She sassed. 

Now, it was John's turn to roll his eyes. “I’m so deliriously happy you feel my presence is akin to torture.” 

“Oh, so this is a strange, torturous alarm system! Do I get requests? Tomorrow I should like to be risen by a rendition of baby got back.” Lily continued to rebuke the Captain, absentmindedly threading her arms through the jumper as she did so, tugging it over her frame and crossing her arms over as she stood up from the sofa, ready to take in his reaction, finding the aggravation she’d carried with her during this month to slowly beginning to mount itself back onto her shoulders. 

“I’d actually come to check on sleeping beauty and see if she’d be ready to have a little chat about your previous requests… cigarettes, your things in general, but yanno’ if you want me to sing baby got back instead that’s fine too.” 

She stilled, he smirked. 

“Can I have all three?” 

“Nope. Go freshen up Lilith, I’ll be in my office.”

Minty, rough bristles scraped against her teeth as she furiously scrubbed at their surface, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she listened to Gaz chat over the sound of the running water. 

“You should come to early morning training, it’s just exercise, might give you some routine.” Kyle spoke between swift swipes of his razor, carefully dragging the blade down his chin as they talked to one another’s reflection in the mirror. 

“Price wants to chat about things, reckon you’ll be dragging my dead body out of here before I’d have a chance at morning training” She huffed angrily, toothpaste foaming at the mouth as she said so. The shared bathroom was less of an intrusion upon her privacy and more of an assault on the senses, the lingering potency of four grown men definitely elicited a less than overjoyed reaction from the woman, now desperate to add air freshener to her list of demands. The violent scrubbing of her teeth only helped to cover the smell temporarily, washing out her mouth and splashing some cold water on her face soon after. Kyle soon followed, somehow creating tidal waves with the amount of water he required to wash the shaving foam from his features, great expanses of liquid spilling over from the elongated sink and splashing onto the floor. 

“You’ll be fine.” He shrugged her off, used to hearing dramatics from Soap, this routine of pre-Price nerves wasn’t anything new. He shot a quick glance in her direction, something brewing in his look, a slither of worry even, as he cautiously contemplated the news that the team received this morning. Soon blinking the feeling away before he dabbed his face on a towel. “Fancy coming with me to butter up the hot nurse in medical? I’ll carry you in all heroic n’ that, say you fainted or some shit and wham bam thank you mam’ I’ll be in” 

“You really think anyone’s gonna fall for that ugly mug?” She scooped up a handful of water and hurled it toward Gaz, letting out a loud laugh as he veered away from the assault, nearly slipping in his own puddles as he yelled out in struggle. “You fucking twat!” He scorned, grasping onto the side of the long sink as he took in his soaked shirt. 

“Ah, ah! No, you can’t do it back” She warned, chortling evilly as he slammed the tap back on, ready for revenge. “Or I won’t help you with hot nurse, whose name by the way, is Ella.” She spoke pointedly as she took her leave of the putrid gas chamber that happened to house some bathroom facilities.

“I knew that!” Gaz yelled out after her. 

The atmosphere that carried from the shared bathroom and the dorms seemed to die at the Captain’s door. Starkly different in colour, the dark cherry wood distinct in consuming the light around it, eating from the spirit of the shared spaces. Hesitant hand hovered, her digits so cold that the metal of the door handle felt familiar, an extension of self. She’d only just grasped it, delicate touch barely wrapped around its length when-

“Lilith, come in.” 

Through the door, a loud rasping timbre, she’d been transported back to her early days in college, standing outside the headmaster's door, shuffling feet and nervous hands. Only, this was Captain Price. He’d sensed her lingering long before, awaited her arrival. 

The mood from this morning was scarcely traceable, she struggled to push open the heavy door, its weight certain in trying to keep her out, gatekeeper swinging mightily at the crowd. She was never one to settle, dark wood gave way but swung shut so quickly behind her that the woman barely had time to remove her fingers from its grip, cursing softly as the edge caught her skin. Her discomfort mixed headily with the thick smoke in the air, it hung lowly within the room, catching the afternoon rays as they mingled with the sooty particles. 

“Did it bite you?” Barely acknowledged by the Captain, his eyes cast downward toward a landscape of papers, rivers of files and mountains of cases. She held the offending digit, a small red slit pulsing. Something she’d ignore usually yet the weight of the room wrangled it open, prying the skin apart, smoke and tension settling where the blood should clot. 

“Sit, Lilith.” Finally, the great expanse of his eyes, a momentarily flicker to her figure then back down at the map of work. She moved forward, felt like running in a dream, a desperate flinging of limbs to find she’d barely taken a step, everything felt slow, the smoke was near to choking as she propelled herself into the seat awaiting her. Her hands found themselves grasping onto the jumper, wrenching the fabric and clutching desperately, hoping to squeeze some semblance of clarity from the threads, a touch of clean air it’d soaked from the rec, anything. She fretted, he worked. 

“Let me see then.” Another demand pulsed through with an exhale of smoke, rich and woody. She sat dumbfounded, hazy with the second-hand fog, not totally convinced she wasn’t still asleep. Maybe, she’d wake soon and find herself still on the couch. Parted mouth, she took her time licking her lips, tasting the mint of her toothpaste, actualising her existence. 

“Your hand, Lilith.” It darted out, readily presented to him, things felt strangely out of touch here. A resounding sense of fantasy, the smokey planes of hell, sharp-toothed drawbridge and his majesty himself. Gently, he took hold, large hand encircled her wrist, drawing her closer, surveying the damage she’d taken tumbling down to his stratum. A scratch. With his searing heat, an unsurvivable wound. 

“I’m alright.” Finally, she gasped out, the hazy laddered sun now strung across her features, dancing through the blinds and the smoke to illuminate the concern in her eyes. He huffed, thumb moving to her pulse, happily letting the vein push against his cracked skin, the feeling of it thrumming somewhat comforting. With his measured hold, she’d managed to avert her eyes and let them take in the room around them. At first, it seemed like John had tried to shove his life into this small office, crammed full of wooden trinkets, books and files. Little space was available, everything loomed inward, aching with the weight of his world. It was claustrophobic, even the air did not know how to dispense of his sighs and smoke. 

“The reason-“ His voice startled her, base trembling through the flitter of her asphyxiating thoughts. Price paused, earnestly he watched her, the pad of his thumb now carefully brushing against her skin in circles, half expecting to feel the welts of handcuffs, momentarily happy to find the sensation missing. “-we need to talk, is because the situation has escalated somewhat.” 

Lily nodded, gaze returning to find him, squinting as the sun shone right into her eyes, shifting nervously in the seat as she tried to adjust, leaning forward toward the desk to evade its scorning gleam. “I want to speak to my family.” Her lungs adjusted to the fumes, eyes evaded the light, heart had steadied, hand wretched from his observing embrace. Now, clearer. The room caved toward Captain Price, not her. She was a visitor here, Lilith would not let herself stay long, she had an overwrought feeling that if she did, the walls would start to reach for her too. 

“You will, soon.” Careful, calculating, he sits back. 

“No, Price, your situation has escalated, mine remains the same, I want to speak to my family.” She persists, the familiarity of herself seeping back to her, fortifying in her bones with a cooling chill that felt like power. 

He exhales, fingers drummed along the hardwood in a solemn tune. “Negative, your situation is mine, and it seems, ours is now complicated.” With a kiss of his stained teeth, the Captain put down his cigar, arms crossed over one another as he leant forward to emphasise himself. 

“Known targets of ours have come to the understanding that you are of some importance, an unfortunate conclusion drawn from skewed intel and fleeting perspective.” The blue has drained from his eyes, darkened pits of smoking coal swallowing the ocean that once was. “They see a blood-covered woman fleeing a brawl with our team, and think, other operatives are on the scene.” Dancing around the detail, twirling her to the point, entangled with the team on a mission they’d thought was finished long ago. “It’s messy.” 

“I’m not a part of this.” Lilith pleaded, grasping the desk with both hands and surging herself forward with a sneer. 

“You are now sweetheart.” Unflinching, coal captured the sparks of fury in her glare. “Want you to write a list of what you need to be comfortable.” 

“Want you to listen to me.” Her voice lowers to match the tone he gives her, mocking him with a sharp laugh, grip so hard her knuckles start to pale. 

“I have.”

“Listen again then, Captain, I’m not part of this.” Spat with venom, the honorific clawed up from the bowels of her rage, erupting with menace. It drove him to stand, fist slammed to the table, three long strides and he was so close that whatever air she’d reconciled for herself had been sucked into his damned inferno. “No Lilith, you have no real idea, the danger you’ve caused for yourself, is insurmountable. You want your family? Huh? Sure, should we go see mum and dad in the safe house, lead everyone to em’, shake things up?” It's inescapable, the heat that radiates from him, Icarus had flown too far and she could feel the wax melting her in place, seeping into her pores, cementing her to him. 

“Safe house?” She’s barely audible, quivering in his flaming shadow.

“I know this isn’t your fault.” A whisper of a breeze, something cooler, it coaxes her closer, the potential of reprieve. And yet, he answers nothing. Smoke and mirrors. “They’re in danger?” Searching eyes claw up at him, furrowed brow digging deeper toward her core, trying to emulate her frustration. He shakes his head lightly, hand slowly raising to settle on her shoulder, an attempt at grounding, it seared against her. 

“Not if we’re clever about this. Bad people think you know things, got intel, that they want. Seen you shoutin’ bloody murder and fighting your way past Ghost and got things wrong, like we did.” 

Her stunned silence makes things worse, he prefers when she’s alive and kicking, harking back at him with vigour. It made his emotions easier to understand, the irritation and general indignation seemed like something palatable compared to the deep-seated guilt she could stir up in him. “The people who tried to kill Ghost, saw me running and thought I did it?” Lilith’s question was more pointed than he’d expected, the catch she’d dug out quite quickly elicited another deep sigh from the man. 

“No, another group.” Pinched, unwilling to divulge much more. She had already stumbled into a mess and the Captain was desperately trying to sift her out of this pile, letting the rot fall away, hoping to keep her alive and well on top. “Who?” 

John screwed his eyes shut, unwilling to peer down at her as she tried to piece things together. He’d do better stepping back, lighting another cigar, let the smoke obscure her from him. Lilith took the opportunity, sensing the small waver in his stoic nature, striking. Her hand chased up his outstretched arm, resting atop his own, squeezing lightly as she took his hand within her own, pressing a small kiss to his palm. It was brazen, demoralised in the sanctum of his keep, disillusioned by the small kindness he’d shown her previously despite the brawling words often pitted between them. 

“Lilith-“ A dark warning, something worse than anger resonated from him, sticky tar-covered timbre lacquered her name like it was going to escape him forever, now forcibly stuck to his tongue he chewed out the syllables as it pained him, Lilith fixed to his teeth and pulled at his cavities, it was far worse than anger as it was anguish that adhered to it like death. 

Heated bumps fevered her arms, prickling at her skin as he uttered her name, she continued to push despite his scorch. “You can’t say I’m trapped in this and still keep me in the dark.” Pleading whispers, she continued to squeeze his hand, tentatively pressing a kiss to each knuckle, dry skin scratching against the soft plump of her lips. 

“Please, John.” 

[plangentia]

PY Un 267

.1 o-do-ke , a-ko-so-ta

.2 tu-we-ta , a-re-pa-zo-o

.3 tu-we-a , a-re-pa-te ‚

.4 ze-so-me-no ‚

.5 ko-ri-a2-da-na a ro m 6

.6 ku-pa-ro2 a ro m 6 *1̣5̣7̣ 1̣6

.7 KAPO 2T 5 VIN 20 ME 2

.8 LANA 2 VINb 2

Translation

Thus Alksoitas gave: To Thyestes, the unguent boiler aromatic substances for unguent to (be) boil(ed): coriander SPICE 6 cyperus SPICE 6 *157 16 FENUGREEK 2T5 WINEA 20 ME 2 WOOL 2 WINEB 2

Commentary

This tablet contains more than 2000 litres of aromatic materials – likely for restocking rather than one particular perfume.

o-do-ke – ho doke – “thus X gave.” Introductory particle o/jo and the unaugmented aorist of δίδωμι. This is more likely to be a delivery than a gift.

a-ko-so-ta – Alksoitas. Believed to be one of the chief officials at Pylos. It has been suggested that this might be the identity of Hand 1.

tu-we-ta – Thuestai – “to Thyestes”. Dative singular of a personal name. This seems to be an aptonym fitting the man’s profession, since tu-we-a means “aromatics.”

a-re-pa-zo-o – aleiphazoos - “unguent boiler”. Compound of two stems: ἄλειφαρ  – “unguent” and ζέω “boil.” Unguent boiling was the technique of boiling olive oil with spices and other materials to infuse it with their scents and properties.

tu-we-a – theuha – “aromatic substances” – accusative plural of an s-stem neuter plural. Oldest alphabetic instance of θύος means “burnt offering,” but Homer uses it to qualify ‘perfumed’ oil.

a-re-pa-te – aleiphatei – “for unguent.” Dative singular of purpose.

ze-so-me-no – zessomenoi – “to (be) boil(ed).” Dative future middle participle. Originally -ss- because the s survives between vowels. This is middle in form, but likely passive in meaning. The -θη- element of the future and aorist passive is a post-Mycenaean innovation and thus we cannot differentiate middle and passive participles in these tenses.

ko-ri-a2-da-na – korihadna - “coriander.” Also written ko-ri-ja.

AROM – generic ideogram for commodities measured by dry units and do not have their own ideogram.

ku-pa-ro2 – kuparyos – cyperus. Cf. κύπαριος, κύπειρον. A reed related to papyrus. Used for banquets, perfume, and animal fodder in Linear B tablets.

*157 – unknown ideogram.

KAPO – monogram of the two syllabogram KA+PO or PO+KA. This sometimes means karpos – “fruit,” but seems unlikely here. Here Killen interprets KAPO as karphos – “fenugreek@ Could also mean “bark.” Classical Greek κάρφος.

VIN – wine. Used in unguents according to Greek authors. Two different ideograms differing in their number of vertical lines and represent two different products. WINEB must be a liquid akin to wine, but hard to identify. WINEB is described as sweet on some tablets, so maybe this is wine that has only partially fermented. Perhabs WINEA is fully fermented then?

LANA – wool. Unusual for making unguent? But raw wool is rich in grease (lanolin), which Greek authors describe as one of the ingredients used for the making of unguents. (Killen) ME – honey. Abbreviation for me-ri (μέλι).

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