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October 2022:  Have switched over to Winter Formula

“My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand.  To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

We put my art on the label, here are 15 of the 45 different ones we use.

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WHY NATIVEs POINT WITH THEIR LIPS AND NOT FINGERS AND WHICH IS WHY YOU NEED ‘POINTER GREASE’

REMEMBER two key traditional laws are (a) non-interference and (b) avoidance of conflict within the group. Hence why ‘pointing your finger at someone’ is a breach of etiquette and most offensive within Indigenous culture. In short, it is ‘blame allocation’ and a gesture that nonconsensually makes a member of the group an object of scrutiny. It is rude, that is why Creator gave you a set of traditional pointers just below your nose.

The one exception is when a bona fide Elder – not just an old person, but an actual respected person of wisdom – when an Elder is giving you heck for something, it oftimes begins with the pointing of a finger, as in ‘YOU’ (‘giin’ in Ojibwe – I confess I have heard that a few times. ‘You’ in Cree is ‘kiya’ – at which point one bows your head and attempt to act contrite, even if one is unrepentant.

Pointing with your finger is also particularly rude in China, Japan, and Indonesia. Still in some European and Middle Eastern countries, it is customary to point with your middle finger. And conjointly, pointing with your feet is a sign of great disrespect, to a person, religious statute or even food in many parts of South East Asia.

WHY IS THERE A PICTURE OF A LITTLE OLD INDIGENOUS LADY ON THE LABELS?

    My Mabel (and one of her buddies she has known since grade 3!) made moonshine ‘back in the day’ as a side gig to make money to feed their young families. In fact, on the day of my Mabel’s internment (October 2021), a friend of ours brought a small flask of some moonshine Mabel made not that long ago. Burnt a nice blue flame, and let your body know it was meeting something unusual.

Before I fully knew of her moonshining history, back in I think early 2018, I mentioned to my Mabel over breakfast, that I wished we could make essential oils from plants we harvest here on the land, for the purpose of using them with a 'LIP BALM' formulation I’d developed a few years back.

Those plants are, MUSKEG TEA ᑲᑭᑫᐸᑲᐧ kâkikêpakwa [Cree] “forever leaves” AND WILD MINT: amisko-wîhkaskwa –ᐊᒥᐢᑯ ᐄᐧᐦᑲᐢᑲᐧ [Cree] or in Ojibwe Dᑭbᑯᐅᓐᔅ dkibgoons, also called li boum Ste. Anne by the Métis. Using a crock-pot alone takes about 3 weeks or so, Mabel said we should use her old still. I said ‘still’?

My Mabel then listed off the top of her head what is the required minimal temperature for steam distillation, pressure minimums and such. We obviously did not need a 45 gallon drum of potatoes and fruit, and had one of our local ‘still makers’ modify her still with a pressure-cooker and some 8mm OD copper tubing, a bucket and some ice. We have modified our equipment since, but it did work really well at the beginning in any event.

So Mabel was, and remains, part of this product, hence, why there is a picture of a little old Indigenous lady on the labels. [fun side story: due to her innate inquisitiveness about everything, she wandered about frequently so whenever I lost my Mabel in a large store (frequently) I’d just say to one of the clerks “I’m looking for a little old Indian Lady, about 5 feet tall?“,  always worked to help locate her.]

[NOTE:  As always, I  acknowledge my brother GLEN YOUNCHIEF over on the Kehewin Reserve who, when I was showing him our new formulation, said "Don't call it LIP STUFF' - call it POINTER GREASE for our Indian Pointers!" - hence the name - I told him his royalties could be in the tens of dollars!)