Orris root (rhizoma iridis) is a term used for the roots Iris germanica and Iris pallida.
The chief ingredient of Orris root is oil of Orris (0.1-0.2%) a yellow-white mass which contains myristic acid Oil of Orris can also be found as Orris Butter.
Other ingredients include, fat, resin, starch, mucilage, bitter extractive and a glucoside called 'Iridin' or 'Irisin'.
Once important in western herbal medicine, it is now used mainly as a fixative and base note in perfumery, the most widely used fixative for potpourri. Orris is also an ingredient in many brands of gin.
Fabienne Pavia, in her book L'univers des Parfums (1995, ed. Solar), states that in the manufacturing of perfumes using orris, the scent of the iris root differs from that of the flower. After preparation the scent is reminiscent of the smell of violets.
After an initial drying period, which can take five years or more depending on the use, the root is ground. For potpourri, this powder is used without further processing. For other uses, it is dissolved in water and then distilled. It becomes a highly scented, yellow-brown crystalline form. One ton of iris root produces two kilos of essential oil, also referred to as 'orris root butter' or 'butter of iris', making it a highly prized substance. Its fragrance has been described as tenaciously flowery, heavy and woody (paraphrasing Pavia, Dutch translation, page 40). It is similar to violets.
Their lonely eyes stare out
From the houses on my street
Sometimes I turn away
Before it starts to bother me
But this time something's wrong
I must have watched too long
I can't erase their faces
From my mind
CHORUS:
We are His heart
Is His heart beating?
We are His hands
Are His hands reaching?
When will we realize
That you and I
Must do our part?
It's time to start
We are His heart
Two thousand years ago
Upon a distant hill
A little boy gave all he had
And multitudes were filled
Where is that child today
Who gave it all away?
Where is that love?
We cannot let it die
CHORUS
Hands reach
Reaching out in desperation
In a dying world
Their lonely voices cry
I hear a heart beat
I can feel it growing stronger
We've got to reach out to them
We just can't turn away again
Where is that love?