Holiday Gifts For Redheads!

        Buying a gift for your favorite redhead can be a difficult venture since they are a unique brand of people, to say the least. Eccentric, fiery, environmentally sensitive, too smart for their own good and sometimes magically inclined are all terms that can define a redhead. Clothing is a risky choice because redheads dress to match their hair, so perhaps a pair of socks? You might go out and buy them a car, but again there is a chance the color might not suit them. My advice is to gift them really good all-natural body care from Freyja’s Magic and Thor’s Hammer. Freyjasmagic.com has a line of products that are suited to redheaded women and men. Incidentally, both the Norse gods, Freyja and Thor had red hair.  All natural and uniquely scented with only pure essentials. Freyja’s Magic is the smart choice for a discerning redhead.

Thor’s Hammer Aftershave

For the men, spice up their life with Thor’s Hammer Bay Rum Spice Aftershave  or cool them down with Thor’s Hammer Fire & Ice Aftershave. Both scents are manly and refreshing and it doesn’t get any better than that! For those redbeards out there, try the Bay Rum beard balm for a soft and spicy handsome beard.

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Freyja’s Magic Whipped Cocoa Body Butter – Yummy on your skin!

For the ladies, please them with Freyja’s Magic Whipped Cocoa Body Butter. You can’t go wrong with this choice since redheads are fiery by nature and their skin needs all the moisturizing it can get. After all what woman does not to love pamper themselves with a good body butter.

Freyja’s Magic also offers natural perfume oils of Mountain Rose and Orange Blossom, Lilac Face and Body Mist,  Lemongrass Foaming Sugar Scrub, and Rose and Wintermint lip balms.

Viking Woman – Final Version

This Holiday Season, delight the redhead in your life with a handmade gift from Freyja’s Magic!

Kidnapped by a Red-Haired Viking!

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Having been kidnapped by a red-haired Viking berserker and Tui-na master with an uncanny resemblance to Sammy Hagar, I now find myself in the wilds of western Montana, in the middle of the craziest adventure of my life.

Meeting Jesse for the first time was an extremely unsettling experience. I was riding the city bus one Sunday afternoon in 2012, happily absorbed in a book, when a man got on. I may never have noticed him, except that my mother immediately called out a greeting and proceeded to introduce us. She had chanced to meet him once before at a bus stop, and had later waxed enthusiastic about his story of healing by a Chinese doctor and subsequent apprenticeship. My response had been a roll of the eyes, as she had a history of meeting “fascinating” people on the bus, notably overly friendly men a little too keen on her smile.

Smiling brightly now she said, “Rose, meet Jesse.”

I looked up from my book, prepared with the usual polite smile I gave all strangers in whom I had no interest, and was startled to silence. Jesse was looking at me unsmiling with a strange expression I could not read. Tall and fierce with long, curling red hair, he was so unlike what I expected I didn’t know what to think. My first impression was that he did not like me, but I found I couldn’t really fathom him or his reaction to me. We exchanged no words, and after a few moments he sat down and began a conversation with my mother. It was not until years later that I understood what had happened.

Being observant by nature, and a keen judge of others, I was used to seeing others without being seen. Not even my closest friends or family had ever penetrated the veil of mystery and secrecy I lived behind. Twenty years in the making, the wall I had build between myself and the world was strong and impenetrable – or so I had thought. Now with no warning, I had looked up at a complete stranger and, to my utter astonishment, found him looking at me.

Terrified and somewhat indignant at being thus discovered, I instantly threw up additional defenses, which Jesse later told me he felt as a tremendous output of energy so intense it almost knocked him over. Hence the strange look on his face I had at first interpreted as hostility. I must have been 24 at the time. He thought I was 16.

I went back to my book, dismissing the incident with the assumption I would never see the man again. For a long while it seemed I was right. Then, two years later in the summer of 2014, by the strangest chance – or fate – our paths crossed again. But that is another story…

 

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