Monday, May 26, 2008
Some of my earliest memories are tied to smell. Play-Doh, new Crayons, Tempera paint.
My Old Granny always smelled like Doublemint gum and Roses, sometimes Jim Beam too, but that is another story. Shalimar reminds me of Big Judes (my mom), BFSK S. (best friend since kindergarten) is Patchouli, (she is an old hippie at heart.) The scent of Vicks Vap O- Rub can make me down right weepy.
All of these odors are imprinted on my brain. One whiff and I am immediately transported back to another time. It takes me to different place, an easier, nicer, safer place.
I don’t know what my “smell” is. If you asked close friends or family, what would they say? I can only hope not pot smoke and vodka. I want my legacy to be something a bit more pleasant, something a little more socially acceptable. Perhaps Eau de Poodle or Five Fire Alarm Dinner Party? I don’t know. I am searching for the perfect aroma, one that sums me up in a molecule.
The problem is I hate perfume. I have been known to verbally abuse department store clerks when they attack like Paparazzi with free samples. I do not care what anyone says, I think Bath and Body Works is a migraine headache in a box.
What’s a girl to do? Go down in history without a signature scent?
Umm- I don’t think so…
Take a look at www.cbihateperfume.com. Christopher Brosius is the nose behind the operation. He can explain what he does better (and more eloquently) than I ever could, but there are amazing scents for home and body. “Burning Leaves, In the Library, Mr. Hurlot’s Holiday” or my personal favorite "Memory of Kindness"to name a few. My virtual shopping cart overflowith'
Alas, no pot smoke and vodka, but he does have a mailing list!