About Us

Well, "Us" is kind of a misnomer. It really should be "About Me".

Anyway, my name is Bonnie, and I'm from Penticton, which is located in the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia, Canada. Honestly, I don't have much interesting to say about myself, and I don't think anything I say will make you want to buy my product more.  I'm honestly just doing this because apparently, an "About" page helps out your SEO.  Hmm, you know what helps with SEO? Those long-winded stories you see on recipe pages, and even though everyone hates them, no one is getting rid of them. That gives me an idea...

Origin Story

Most people don't remember the first thing they ever smelled. But for me? It's as clear as day. I was six years old and it was May. Green grass in all its glory, blooming flowers, days spent at the lake, excitement building for summer's arrival, and most importantly, my family's annual trip to my Great-Grandfather's house.  Pawpaw, as I called him, was getting up there in age. A World War II vet who had lost Mawmaw (Great-Grandmother) to a stroke three years prior. At that age, I barely remembered her, but Pawpaw's love for her was one for the ages and he would often tell stories about the good old days with the two of them out on the town, hand-in-hand, completely smitten. Our favourite story was the one where Pawpaw bought their first colour TV, and Mawmaw thought the devil lived inside and made him return it! Twenty years later and she would be glued to that thing, a constant stream of soap operas beaming through the CRT. He told these stories with a smile on his face and a telling tear in his eye, one that yearned to be with her once again. We knew Pawpaw would be leaving us soon to join Mawmaw, and cherished every moment with him.

We arrived at Pawpaw's on a rainy Friday that May. He was waiting outside on his porch for us and leapt (as well as he could) out of his seat when he saw our Ford Taurus make its way to him over the winding, gravel driveway. We parked and got out of the car, and Pawpaw immediately came around to give me a giant bear hug. "I've got something special for you," he told me with a grin. "What is it Pawpaw?!" I demanded. "Just have patience and you'll see later on. Let's get you and your parents inside and out of this rain!" 

Finally inside and sheltered from the rain, I went up to "my" room. It was small with a twin bed and hadn't been decorated since the late '70s, but it was comforting. I loved looking at the photographs on the wall and on the shelf. They were mostly photographs of weddings, birthdays, and other celebrations. I didn't recognize anyone except Mawmaw and Pawpaw, but they brought to life the stories Pawpaw would tell us about their past. One day, I thought, I'll ask Pawpaw to tell me about these pictures. But now? I must find out what special thing he has in store for me!

I exited my room and began to head back downstairs when I heard a shriek followed by my mother yelling "Oh no! Pawpaw, get in here!". I rushed down to see what the commotion was about, following my mother's voice to the bathroom. The floor was covered in at least three inches of brown stuff (that I later knew as "sewage"). And then it hit me - the first thing I ever smelled, and it was abhorrent. My eyes began to water, I began to cough and nearly threw up. It was bad. That smell will live with me for the rest of my life.

Pawpaw arrived on scene shortly after me, and nearly had a heart attack. The rest of the trip was spent helping to clean up and waiting around for the septic tank repair guys to come around. In all the commotion, I never found out what that special something Pawpaw had for me was. Pawpaw died two years later.

I'm an adult now, but that experience has stuck with me, and a constant thought has been, "I wish had something good to smell in that moment." I needed a direct connection to my nose that delivered a strong, immediate, and satisfying scent. One day, it dawned on me... and Blisstubes were born.

Now I can feel assured that if I ever find myself in a smell-mergency, a Blisstube is with me and ready to save the day. And Pawpaw? Thank you for not properly maintaining your septic tank.

I hope you never find yourself in the same smell-mergency as I did, but just in case, Blisstubes will be there for you.