The Anointing Returns
Where once our ancestors anointed with intention, blue lotus in alabaster jars, sacred sesame warmed in the palms of priestesses, now, Phenxx is on a mission to restore this deeply sacred practice. It is not surface. This is deep practice so that we can rise again. We don't restore this practice in mimicry, but in remembrance. Vetiver, clary sage, rose Otto, these are not trends. These are tools of reclamation. These oils are not cosmetics. They are declarations.
This is not self-care. This is soul sovereignty.
This is not an insta wellness ritual. It is ritual, full stop. Deep, activating and changing.
It is a call to the woman who has been taught to be efficient, not intimate with herself.
A call to the woman who has been fleetingly touched, but not tended to with precision touch and anointing.
Indeed, this is a call to anoint, to relax, to silence, to still, to awaken, to remember.
We are not hiding our lines. We are not decorating our bodies. We are not squeezing or making them small. We are consecrating them. We are giving them the reverence and respect they deserve- that we deserve.
This is a return to the temple,and you are the altar.
From the Tombs of Queens to the Palms of Women
In ancient Egypt, scent was medicine, memory, and magic. Women, particularly those of power, were anointed with aromatic oils as part of daily ritual. Myrrh and frankincense were not merely perfumes; they were antiseptics, aphrodisiacs, grief carriers. Oils extracted from blue lotus were used to stimulate both sexual awakening and meditative trance. Cleopatra herself was rumoured to steep in rose, jasmine, and neroli, believing the oils could seduce, but also protect.
This is not a wellness trend. This is abhyanga reborn.
Abhyanga is the ancient art of oiling one’s body, once whispered from mother to daughter, elder to initiate, is flowing again through modern palms, abhyanga is returning. Warmed oils, infused with herbs for womb and nerve, are being poured again across breasts, thighs, bellies. Not for firming. Not for fixing. But for remembering.
To practice abhyanga is to touch yourself as temple.
To rewire the nervous system to safety.
To offer reverence where the world offers rush.
In India’s ancient Ayurvedic texts, abhyanga was, and remains, a daily spiritual practice. Herbal infusions in sesame or coconut oil were tailored to dosha, to season, to emotional state. A woman’s menstrual cycle, postpartum body, menopausal transition,all were honoured with specific herb. In Ayurvedic understanding, to touch the body with oil is to speak to the soul.
And what a silenced soul so often needs, is remembrance.
The Scent of Memory
Phenxx Alchemē oils echo what the ancients knew and practised. Scent is not surface, it is somatic script. When a woman inhales the earthy pull of vetiver or presses rose de mai into her chest, she is activating cognitive and body-based pathways encoded deep within the psyche. Aromatic molecules travel directly to the limbic system, the emotional command centre of the brain, bypassing the rational filters. Here, scent becomes memory. Scent becomes meaning. It stirs the unconscious. It reshapes neural pathways. It softens trauma held in the breath, in the skin, in the womb.
This is not cosmetic.
This is chemical intimacy.
This is the body’s original language.
Touch as Sacred Transmission
The olfactory system, responsible for our sense of smell, is unlike any other sensory pathway. Unlike vision, touch or hearing, scent bypasses the thalamus, the brain’s central “switchboard”, and travels directly to the limbic system, the ancient seat of emotion, memory, and instinct.
This is why the faintest note of jasmine can unearth a forgotten summer. Why rose oil, inhaled with presence, can soften grief lodged in the ribcage. The limbic system houses the amygdala, our emotional processor, and the hippocampus, our memory vault. When essential oils enter the nose, their aromatic molecules bind to receptors that spark immediate, unfiltered emotional responses.
As scent enters the body, it does more than trigger memory, it opens a portal. When a woman inhales the warmth of clary sage or the sweetness of neroli, her limbic system is not just recalling the past, it is being offered a new future. The amygdala, which governs emotional intensity and fear responses, becomes receptive to new information. The hippocampus, where memory is shaped and contextualised, begins to revise its narrative. When scent is paired with ritual, slowness, breath, intention, the body interprets the experience as safe, present, and soothing. And this is where the alchemy happens. The traumatic imprint, once hardwired, begins to loosen. The story shifts. A memory once marked by stress may now be refiled, softened by safety and layered with sensory pleasure.
This is not a forgetting. It is a re-weaving. A re-scripting of how the body holds history. Through the continual practice of ritual oiling, what science might call sensory integration but what we know as devotion, a woman begins to relate to her body not as a site of survival, but as a sanctuary. Over time, with repetition, the neural pathways associated with fear and disconnection are gently overridden by ones rooted in presence and pleasure. The oils do not erase pain. They invite it into a more spacious, forgiving architecture. They remind the nervous system that it can recalibrate, that it is capable of rewriting the way it responds,not in defence, but in softness.
This is what Phenxx means when we speak of botanical oils as medicine. They are not symbolic, they are cellular. They alter the way women inhabit themselves. Not from the outside in, but from the root up. And through that root, a new rhythm emerges: grounded, intimate, alive.
It is not metaphor, it is biology.
To inhale an oil is to let the breath carry memory to the places words never reached.
To anoint the skin is to rewrite the story written in your cells.
To ritualise scent is to tell your body, this is what safety smells like now.
This is why botanical oils become powerful tools in the reclamation of feminine healing. Not only do they nourish the skin and balance hormones through phytochemical properties, but they also whisper to the nervous system: You are safe now. You can soften. You are home.
Modern science calls it aromatherapy.
But the body knows it as remembering.
The skin, too, remembers. And as women engage in pleasure rituals, rubbing ritual oils into womb, breast, and thighs, they are speaking to the nervous system in its native tongue: touch.
To anoint with intention is to practise a form of emotional repatterning. To transmute trauma into tenderness. Each drop of oil becomes a sacred “yes” to embodiment.
Spagyric Alchemy: Beyond the Skin
So, now let's take this deeper as Alchemē oils are spagyrically prepared, the alchemy deepens. Spagyrics is an ancient, reverent art that separates the plant into body, spirit, and soul, only to reunite it, more whole than before. This is not extraction. It is resurrection. A slow, sacred process that honours the life-force of the plant and offers it back, clarified, magnified, made medicinal for the feminine body.
When you anoint with a spagyric oil, you are not only absorbing scent and chemistry as detailed above; You are also communing with the full consciousness of the plant. You are engaging with its story, its spirit, its song. These are not inert ingredients. They are living allies, activated, awakened, and energetically calibrated to meet the feminine body in her multidimensionality.
Where essential oils might soothe the nervous system, spagyrically-prepared oils go deeper still, working on the emotional, spiritual and even ancestral layers of the self. They carry the imprint of wholeness, and when they meet the fractured or fatigued places within us, they gently invite coherence. The fragmented becomes fluid. The numb becomes intimate. The closed becomes curious again.
This is why Phenxx Alchemē oils are not just botanical, they are alchemy. They don’t sit on the skin, they speak through it. They don’t fix, they invite. Each drop holds an invitation of wholeness, of the woman you were before the world asked you to split yourself in two. They are not just oils, they are the frequency of return.
Spagyrics return us to a deeper truth: that plants are not products. They are presences. We specifically pick high frequency flowers that hold codexes back to truth. And when prepared with reverence and ritual, they awaken not only our skin, but our spirit. They remind the feminine body that it is already medicine. Already magic. Already whole.
Pleasure is Sacred, Not Performance
The capitalist wellness industry has often hijacked sacred plant medicine into an aesthetic of “anti-ageing” and endless productivity. But the feminine healing herbs now returning to women’s shelves, like mugwort, ylang-ylang, calendula, and damiana, tell a different story.
These oils are not meant to make you younger, thinner, or “better.” They are meant to return you to your natural rhythm. To the pulse beneath your skin.
Alchemē oils are intimacy oils in the rarest sense, to bring you back to deep intimacy and connection to yourself, your capacities and your own self trust.
Of course in the process so much can unfold. Life can return to you in magical and unexpected ways. Using ritual oils to enhance libido, not for performance, but for pleasure, means that pleasure will become your base line in all aspects of life. And life will bring you endless joy and pleasure to confirm this baseline and this nervous system reset.
In a society that teaches women that our pleasure is for someone else, and is narrowly defined by erotism, to not only stop outsourcing eroticism, but to define pleasure and intimacy in far more truthful, deep and all encompassing terms is life changing. Indeed, this is a radical act of reclamation.
She Who Blends: The Feminine as Alchemist
The modern Phenxx woman is not merely buying oils; she is becoming her own alchemist. She is intuiting blends for her cycle, for her womb, for her dreams. She no longer waits for permission from medical systems that have ignored her. She listens to her belly, her breasts, her blood. She places three drops on her wrist and whispers an intention. She becomes the alchemist of her own pain into gold. She creates, with deep intention, the life she wishes to live.
This is not skincare, it is soul care.
This is not indulgence, it is intelligence.
In a study by the Journal of Reproductive Health, it was found that women using clary sage and lavender oil during menstruation reported significant pain relief and emotional stability. But what is more significant is what they said afterwards: “I felt like I returned to myself.”
The Root Remembers: Plant Wisdom and the Feminine Lineage
In sacred texts across cultures, herbs were never separate from the sacred feminine. Basil and mint adorned Greek temples to Aphrodite. Jasmine was considered the "Queen of the Night" in Tantric rites. Even in the biblical Song of Songs, oils and spices are metaphors for feminine desire.
The western witch burnings, the rise of industrial medicine, and the colonial erasure of Indigenous plant knowledge all sought to sever this bond between woman and earth. But what lives in the roots cannot be forgotten.
Phenxx’s alchemē oils speak not only to the skin, but to the archetype. Each bottle is a votive, a remembering. They do not fix. For you have nothing to fix and nothing to heal. They simply remind.
Reclaiming the Body: The Politics of Pleasure
To oil your body slowly, without agenda, is a political act. To choose pleasure without permission is rebellion. To return to your senses is to refuse the disembodiment that patriarchy demands.
In anointing, we reclaim more than skin. We reclaim rhythm. Rest. Radiance. The body becomes altar, and scent becomes sacrament. No longer for others. No longer to appease. Just for her. Just for this.
As one Phenxx devotee wrote after a moon bath:
"When I touched my skin, I finally realised how much she wanted to be listened to. How much she wanted to be loved not just for function, but for form, for feeling, for being."
The Return to Self
To every woman reading: you are not too late, too hardened, too far from yourself to return. Begin where you are. With one drop of oil. With one moment of presence. With one inhale that reminds you "This is my body. Not a battlefield. Not a burden. But a blooming."
The botanica is not lost. It lives within you. For you are not disconnected from nature. You are nature. You are woman. Your womb is connected to the womb of the earth.
Let this be the beginning of your remembering.
Let this be your sensual, sovereign return.
Let oil be your oracle.
Let your skin be your scripture.
Let your pleasure be your power.