World supplies of balajuju oil have fallen to incredibly low levels. This allegorical oil, whose roots are lost in time and Madagascar, can hardly be found anywhere. There is nobody selling it on the web (see this search: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22balajuju+oil%22).
What is happening to all the balajuju oil? Why is it not available?
Oh, definitely it is partly because of its mythical properties. Natives on Madagascar can, under pressure, ambiguously tell you that wounds treated with this nectar of the baobab tree will heal in just one day. But they are also quick to add that the oil is dangerous in the wrong hands. It is not a hallucinogen, like morning glory seeds. It is not a poison, like rhubarb leaves. It is not a skin irritant, like poison ivy. Exactly what it is, the natives are not saying, but they unanimously say that they have not touched balajuju oil directly in decades. That must be powerful stuff.
But as I mentioned, it is disappearing. It’s not available on Amazon or on eBay. There is no mention of it on Google Books. And why is that? I am no conspiracy theorist, but I certainly have to wonder why the supply of balajuju oil, and the dangerous way it is collected from the baobab tree, is diminishing. There is no need for a government inquiry into the Adansonia Slowdown, as I like to call it. But something is happening, somewhere.
There are apparently programs around the world to grow baobabs, including indoor nurseries
and a stealth program in Poland to grow baobab bonsai:
On the other hand, there are people turning the baobab (and possibly some balajuju oil? Who knows!) into food:
So it is with a touch of sadness tinged with sophistry that I ask: is this the sunset of balajuju oil and the mighty baobab tree?