August Giveaway

Leisure Nomad video

The last few months have been busy for OLO. New packaging, new website and a few collaborations and new scents in the works. I've also been preoccupied looking for a new space. I have completely neglected my blog and my monthly giveaways. So sorry!

I will be giving away a 9ml bottle of Leisure Nomad. This collaborative scent made it's debut in May 2011. Leisure Nomad was inspired by my friends who manage to constantly travel to distances both great and small. I often receive text messages or phone calls asking if I want to spend the day in the gorge or go to Larch Mountain to hunt mushrooms or somewhere I've never even heard of to pick sage. I'm always impressed by these people, their ability to use the most of their free time to explore and still manage to earn a living. Somehow.

To enter, simply comment here, Instagram @olofragrance or Twitter your favorite leisure nomad spot. Where do you go? Do you get all mystical in some field in the middle of nowhere? Is some off the beaten path trail your special place? I may draw a name at random or I may select my favorite. Winner announced Friday, August 17th!

Comments (11)

  1. Nushechka said...

    Niagara Falls.

  2. Zoya said...

    I love being able to visit beautiful parks and trails where I can take time to explore, climb, sit, and observe the cute animals that come by while dipping my feet into the stream. That’s where some of my fondest memories
    are formed, like a rare sighting of a crane, meeting my first inch worm, having a bird fly a few feet next to me and watch it hop a little closer…to name a few. :)

  3. jenny said...

    “magic beach” i call it that because of the glowing sand. it’s secluded. you have to climb down a few flights of stairs and if you didn’t know there was an entrance to the beach from the street, you’d never guess it was available to the public. i’ve taken three really special people to that beach.. i have someone in mind for my next trip.

  4. Lou said...

    Hands down, Sky City on the Acoma reservation in New Mexico. It’s at the top of a 370-foot mesa with small adobe dwellings and a grand adobe church. The air is hot and dry- you stay bone dry while the sun sinks into your skin. The wind brings whiffs of pinon and sage. At sunset, the Sandia mountains to the east glow in pink and purple hues. Everything feels bright, clean… sacred. It is the closest place to heaven that I’ve ever been.

  5. jaymie said...

    the truth is, i like to explore my neighborhood.
    as much as i of course love discovering nooks of nature & wonder far & wide the terrain right out my front door, is so accessible, bustling with community, always familiar & new at the same time. now that i’m a mama, i’m extra grateful for the the world just out our front door… walking along with my babe, so refreshing and easy. (mind you, that “ease” did take some practice w/a newborn!).
    Suffice to say, it always does us good!

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  7. Natalie Ann said...

    Bolinas Beach. I live in Oakland, amongst a beautifully crowded, energetic, hustle and bustle. On days when I feel like driving alone or laying in sand with friends, Bolinas is the spot. It is a beach in North Bay, encircled by a small town of old timers and youthful transient farmer-types. Upon entering the town, a farm stand is set up. No one mans the stand, it sits alone with a donation box and suggested prices. The produce is beautiful, colorful and lush and grown in the expansive fields beyond the wooden shack.

    The beach itself attracts up-to-no-good teens and middle aged surfers. The crowd is graciously small, as the locals of Bolinas have repeatedly removed all street signs and markers from the highway, ensuring tourists and city folk find their solace elsewhere. On a clear day the Farallon Islands, that Western point of the shark infused angular region known as the Red Triangle, proudly parades their ominous, jagged stature known to sailors as “The Devil’s Teeth”. From Bolinas Beach, the northernmost point of said triangle, San Francisco peeks her fog drenched shoulder to the West and the greater open space of Northern California expands to the East.

    I love this place. Between my home and this shangri-la lie farms producing the west coast’s first organic milk, Buddhist monasteries, bakeries you would not even believe and all the intelligent, quirky and adventurous people you could ever imagine.

    I realize this post reeks of nostalgia, but please excuse me. I am preparing to move out of the country in two weeks, on to foreign and unknown lands, and I could not be leaving a place I love more or in which I have experienced a stronger, more beautiful community. I am so lucky to have a place and people that make saying goodbye so difficult, but it rarely eases the challenge. I suppose this is what we are made to do, to adapt and discover and none of us would be writing about these magical spaces, places that have raised us and changed us, without doing so in the first place.

  8. Trish said...

    I am from Jamaica and when I go to visit in the summer time I like going to St. Elizabeth waking up in the morning with green lush mountains. It put things in perspective this is what life is all about away from all the rush.

  9. Sarah said...

    My best summer expedition so far has been Buck Lake! Clear turqoise-green water, lupins in bloom, tucked away up a dirt road around the other side of Mt. Hood. Totally magical and worth the drive. I spent hours floating on a log and watching the sun sparkle. <3

  10. fawn said...

    Antelope Island is my favorite leisure nomad destination. A random weekday is best. Go alone or with a dear soul. Soothe yourself with equanimity, bison, and the great salt air.

    Thanks for hosting! <3

  11. Clint said...

    I grew up in Southern NJ, on the coast, however, on hot summer days, rather than go to the beach that was 10 minutes away, my good friend and I found refuge in the Tukahoe river, a 26 mile blackwater river that drains the pinelands, runs clear through a few small country towns and empties into the Atlantic ocean.
    Because the river is a blackwater river it’s color is amber and it tastes like ceder.

    It was a bit of a drive to get there (some would call us
    nomads for choosing it over the nearby beaches).

    Sometimes we would lay on the bottom and stare up at the sun through the reddish tint. There was a train track that ran across a bridge in the distance, house boats docked nearby, and some pre-teen boys talking about girls and smoking cigarettes and diving off the dock to find their refuge too.

    I miss this river, I think of it often. It’s not hidden, and to most it’s not even special. It is a sacred place, now a million miles away.

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