Pumpkin Pie, The Vegan Edition

Pumpkin Pie, The Vegan Edition

Pumpkin pie is one of my favourite desserts in the world - it brings such fond memories and is so delicious I could eat it for breakfast!
The inspiration for this vegan version for the beloved dessert is the famous, delicious and healthy vegan pumpkin pudding served at Shizenya restaurant in Vancouver, based on kabocha pumpkin and coconut cream, and topped with maple syrup. 

Unlike most pumpkin pies, this is not flavoured with any pumpkin spice, but is relying purely on the pumpkin's natural flavour. So make sure to use one that actually is flavourful to begin with (kabocha is aguably one of the best, but butternut squash could be used as well). And instead of boiling it down, either roast it or steam it for maximum flavour and minimum about of liquids.

For the crust, I chose to go with roasted pepitas (pumpkin seeds), which give an extra nutty flavour, but without any nuts or gluten. So it's truly a safe heaven for many common food allergies, and does not compromise flavour or texture. 


  • 1 cup toasted pumpkin seeds
  • 2 Tbs coconut oil
  • 1 Tbs pumpkin seed oil
  • 1-2Tbs coconut or palm sugar

Pumpkin Custard Filling:

  • 1 1/2 cups coconut cream or milk
  •  1 1/2 cups (about 400 g) Kabocha pumpkin puree (or another flavourful pumpkin of your choice)
  • 1/4 cup maple syrup (or more to taste)
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • pinch of salt
  •  1 tablespoon virgin coconut oil (Optional)
  •  1 3/4 teaspoon agar agar powder

Pumpkin Pie Decoration (Optional):

  •  A few whole, toasted pumpkin seeds
  •  Pumpkin peel, julienned 
  •  Maple syrup
  • Pumpkin oil from toasted seeds (should be a dark green colour, with an amazing nutty flavour)
  • Salt


  • Wash pumpkin, remove seeds and cut into cubes
  • Steam until a fork can easily go through
  • Mix the agar agar powder with 2-3 tablespoons of hot water in a small bowl. 
  • Toast the pumpkin seeds lightly over a pan, remove from heat and allow to cool
  • Prepare the crust, by mixing all the ingredients in a food processor (except set aside a few pumpkin seeds for decoration, if desired)
  • Press them onto a pie pan and place in the fridge
  •  Place the cooked pumpkin in a pot and mash it with a potato masher, and add the bloomed agar-agar.
  • Mix the pumpkin and agar-agar until very smooth and cook on the stove on low heat for about 2-3 minutes until complete dissolved. Allow to chill slightly and place in a lender or food processor on high-speed to finish it off into a very smooth consistency
  •  Pour the filling onto the pie crust and allow to chill for a minimum of 4 hours or overnight.
  • Meanwhile, prepare the julienned pumpkin skin, by frying them in a pan with a little bit of pumpkin oil until crisp. You may add some salt if you wish 
  • To serve, drizzle some maple syrup, dot with pumpkin seed oil and decorate with a few whole pumpkin seeds and julienned pumpkin peel 

Happy Samhain!

Happy Samhain!

Wishing you all a Happy Samhain!
For those not familiar this is the original holiday behind Halloween, a Celtic holiday which signifies the end of the harvest season, and the beginning of the new year. So in a sense this is New Year's Eve. It is one of eight major holidays on the Wheel of the Year, all of which hold an absolute earthy seasonal significance, taking place on the equinoxes, solstices, and the mid points between them. November 1st is the middle point between the Autumnal Equinox (the day in Fall when the night and day are equal, and after which the nights begin to become longer than the days); and the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year (or the shortest day, if you will). 

One this night, the veils are thinned between the physical world and the world of the dead, and it is considered a special time for reflection and honouring our ancestors and those dear to us who have passed. This holidays also resonates and is in sync with the Night of the Lost Souls between October 31st and November 1st, and the following day is Los Dias de Los Muertos - the Mexican Day of the Dead on November 2nd. And although I do not belong to any of these traditions, I found great comfort in discovering this immediate and fearless connection to Death and the dead. It is a day I now dedicate to remembering the dead I know in the family, and express my love and grief, inviting them to be part of my life despite the fact that their body is no longer with us. 

This year, my family has lost two important figures: my great-aunt (my grandma's only sister), who lived in Hawaii, and like her, loved the seas and the ocean so much that she decided to make her home right next to it. And my grandmother, who passed a few months after, being hospitalized just a week after the first Covid-19 lockdown in March. I haven't been able to see her since December, for her birthday, and I've been heartbroken and traumatized by her passing without us being able to take care of her in person, let alone bid a proper farewell. It is an outrageous and devastating situation, and a price too high to pay for what is proving (in Israel, anyway), to not be a real pandemic. The real pandemic is people being lonely, isolated, going mad, and not being able to be comforted on their deathbed by loved ones; and for family members to be torn away from their elders, who are dying anyway, and deserve decent taking care of and a decent funeral too.

Last time I've seen my grandmother was four days after she was transferred from the regular hospital to an old people's hospital on Mount Tabor. We were only allowed one visit, 2 meters from the facility's gate, masked and gloved. My grandmother (hospitalized there because she needed an oxygen supplement 24/7) was wheeled down to the courtyard and a mask forced upon her face. She was not able to see or hear properly, because of the distance, and because her hearing aids and glasses were not with her. Somehow all this time of hospitalization they remained at home and not even with her in the hospital. Two days later I saw her again with sand in her eyes, at the funeral. She dies in peace in her sleep, they say. And I'd like to think that way. Because on the other side, for quite some time, her parents, grandparents and sister were waiting for her, and so did the two loves of her life - my grandfather and her highschool sweetheart, who came back to her life and was with her traveling the world until he passed away at 88. They were conversing with her in all those long nights when we weren't by her bedside. And also sometimes when we were around to witness her struggles between the two worlds.

Grandma was a jet-setter and one of the pioneering career women. She knew how to be generous and kind and also stand her grounds. Her secret was undying optimism, and a very deep sense of duty to whatever she was doing, and doing so happily. She always made a point of spending quality time with her grandchildren - each on their own, and not only as a whole group. This way she got to really know us and each of us felt close to her. She always invested in our future - insisting that giving us while she's alive is way more meaningful and satisfying than leaving us a fortune once she is gone. 

My grandmother was my heroine, the core and heart and backbone of the entire family. A true matriarch that knew how to take care of herself first, and always be strong for everyone else as a result. I could always turn to her for advice, support and help. She was my perfumery's greatest fan, and only had good and supportive things to say about anything I do. Never questioning my choices, and always cheering me up when things didn't turn out quite as I hoped. She was my daughter's grandmother was well, which was so unique and a true blessing. And her favourite thing aside from traveling the world and swimming and playing bridge and entertaining - was to have us (all the family, not just me and my daughter) come over and stay with her for as long as possible. 

I hope she is now in peace, reunited with her mother, who died very young, her father (my great-grandfather), who I was fortunate to meet, her grandmother, who lived with her in Berlin until she was 12 and fled to Palestine, and must have taught her how to bake amazing things and shower grandchildren with endless love; she probably is swimming with her sister in the great ocean between life and death now, because I feel they are both still close to our world now. Soon she will be playing bridge and backgammon with my grandfather and her boyfriend. They will all get along and be happy that they don't need to wear those stupid masks and that they can visit us whenever they want without having their temperature checked first.  We just need to invite them. 

How do I do that? Bake some of my grandmother's favourite food or things that remind me of her - like her honey cake, pumpkin pie, or browned apple torte; place a cup of coffee and a cigar for grandpa, burn some copal or cinnamon-laden incense, dab some Vol de Nuit and place Old Spice on my ancestral altar. Look at some old photos that remind me of how they were so alive and loving. Go for a swim in the sea in honour of my family's matriarchs. Roll some more copal incense. It is the food for the soul of the dead, after all...

Black Licorice Soaps Are Ready!

Black Licorice Soaps Are Ready!

Even witches need to bathe from time to time, and what better soap than Black Licorice?

I am thrilled to share with you that my colourful, limited edition Black Licorice soaps are ready (after the customary curing time of 4 weeks), and are available online for you to order. If you love this dark, sticky candy with its sweet and mysterious aroma, you will love Black Licorice soap!

These special-edition soaps make quite an eye candy with all the colourful botanicals that I used to dye it in shades that allude to the colourful Allsorts licorice candy. It is witchy and haunting in both its appearance and scent.

For those familiar with my Black Licorice perfume, this is a bit different fragrance, more dark and similar to the European style candy, with hints of Sen-Sen candy.

When these run out of stock, I probably won't be bothering with the fancy, colourful designs... I made 4 different styles and they are all gorgeous! So if you love the colours you should get them now!

Black Licorice Soap

Black Licorice Soap
Yesterday I made a 2nd batch of Black Licorice limited edition soap.
The monochromatic top hides a very colourful interior. Just wait for the slice reveal - et voila!

Layers of colours in two different techniques. I used only natural colorants and I love the result even though the alkanet root is not as purple as I hoped. I even added some indigo and titanium dioxide to brighten it a bit, with no success.
The other colours are red madder root, yellow-orange anatto seed, black activated charcoal and white titanium dioxide. One is a "pointy peaks" technique; and the left overs went into the rather wobbly stripes. By then the soap batter was too thick for anything fancy and some of the colours didn't have sufficient amounts for a while layer, while others had too much. so I just filled up with whatever was on hand. It's not as exciting as the pointy peaks but the colours are still pretty and vibrant and look very much in the spirit of Halloween 🎃 👻
Will be ready October 29th - just in time for Halloween 🎃 👻 🕷
The scent is named in the same manner as one of my perfumes, yet has a more realistic licorice-candy character.

Perfumes to Honour the Dead

October 31st marks a special time of the year, from astronomic point of view: Tonight marks the halfway point between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice. This is the entrance to the darkest part of the year. It is the night when the barriers between this world and the world of the dead or the spirit world are very thin, allowing passage from one realm to the other. 

Even if you don't celebrate Samhain, Hallowe'en or Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) - this night is a befitting time to remember our ancestors, far and near. Light a candle to those we don't remember because they died before we were born, or we were too young when they passed. And for those who were near and dear - this can be done joyfully by preparing their favourite food, or wearing their perfume. 
Incense and scents in general, for their invisible presence, have historically been the gateway for the underworld, the spirit realm and divinity. Many cultures still use incense in their rituals related to death, funerals and memorials. 

The Egyptians were especially elaborate about their preparations for the last journey: They would pack their dead's chambers with all their belongings, including vials of perfumes and cosmetics, and most famously - ensured the body stays as true to form as possible through a meticulous process of mummification, which involved many fragrant aromatics, such as myrrh, pine resin, cedar, cinnamon, juniper and later also frankincense (in the Roman era). 

In both China and Japan, incense is burnt daily in domestic altars, to honour the ancestors. In China it is mostly a sandalwood based incense, and in Japan incense sticks of many complex aromatics. In India, incense is burnt on the funeral pyres, to help elevate the spirits of the dead to higher realms, and also to mask the intense smell of burning flesh. Of course, the wealthier the deceased is, the more incense can be burnt. I've even read of using sandalwood as the fuel for pyres of the richest people. 

Tobacco is used by the First Nations to communicate with the spirits - almost as a key to their world.  It is also believed that offering tobacco will tell other plants that we're seeking their help and guidance. The Cree people would bury their dead holding tobacco and sweetgrass incense, and also personal belonging that would be considered as an extension of themselves, such as their pipe. 

The Mexicans use copal incense to show the ancestors' spirits the way back into our world for their annual visit, so that they won't get lost. Marigold flowers adorn the graves and portals through which these spirits are expected to enter. This tradition is rooted in the Aztec customs of giving the Gods offerings of maize (corn), or else - copal moulded to the shape of maize foods, such as grains or ears of corn, and even tamales and tortillas. They also buried the dead with pieces of "jade" - copal resin painted in green, as food for their last journey. 

Some of the practices are kept alive today, and others faded away while others disappeared because they seemed to have very little hold in our current reason-obsessed culture. However, one thing is for certain: when you bring forth a scent or an aroma associated with a beloved person who has passed away, you're making that person alive, even if just in your memories. 

Tonight I will slice a red grapefruit and uncork a bottle of Old Spice in memory of my grandfather. These fond memories and the love our ancestors poured into us are eternal. 
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