Without further ado, I give you scents I want to experience before I die:
- That baby-smell on the top of a grandbaby's head
- Sweet-shrub wafting through my open bedroom window on a warm spring morning
- White Shoulders as I nuzzle in for a hug (my grandmother's signature)
- Chanel No. 5 as I nuzzle in for a hug (my mother's signature)
- Mrouzia in Marrakesh
- Rogan josh outside Lakshmana temple in Khajuraho
- Spruce and firs giving way to glaciers in Denali
- Varnish remover while refinishing an antique [fill in the blank] by myself
- Lavender fields in Provence
- Body oil with patchouli being massaged onto me while at a beach-front spa in the Caribbean
I would, once again, like to smell the head of a brand new grandbaby. Nothing like it.
ReplyDeleteWhite Shoulders is my mother-in-love's fragrance.
How does your finger feel?
My first reactions...The oceans again: Pacific & Atlantic. (I think I'm partial to the Atlantic.) Scotland's crisp winter air and the fires burning at Hogmaney. Ditto grandkids. The Calgary Zoo again. Paris again (not a pleasant smell but I loved that city).
ReplyDeleteI like these sensory posts you are doing. Nice work.
The absence of certain smells.
ReplyDeleteHaven't smelled the ones I have yet to experience, but cedar in a fire place, a good coffee, salty ocean air, oil paint, stationary stores.................happy scent memories.:)
Provence really is wonderful.
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