I have a lot of essential oils. A lot from Guatemala, actually, from a store with an Egyptian motif. Strange story, that.
I love oils. I also love candles. I anoint candles with oils, I put drops of oil on burning charcoal (along with resin or loose incense), I burn it in an oil diffuser, with some water. I have a few of those. I also have The Pocket Idiot’s Guide to Potions, which has info on making your own oils (among other things). (I suppose that makes me a pocket idiot, hmm? One you can slip into your pocket and just take out whenever you need her. There’s actually a story there, too.) I plan on trying out some of the procedures in that book as soon as I have the time and supplies.
I have natural oils and some synthetics. I don’t have an ethics issue with using or not using synthetics, just an allergy issue. Some natural oils I’m allergic to, some synthetic. It’s a crapshoot, really.
My favourite oil is the little golden one without a label. It smells like a Hawaiian flower I’ve forgotten the name of. I call it my Lady of the Stars oil, because She seems to like it as well.