Hey Nonny

Ha!  That must have been some pretty not great perfume for a teenage boy to go to all the trouble of buying you a new scent.  It reminds me of that scene in Meet Me in St. Louis when John Truitt remarks on Esther’s perfume and she tells him it’s called essence of violets.  He says, “Just like the kind my grandmother uses.”  Waaat-waaaaaa.

When I worked at Bath and Body Works I used to come home covered in several scents at once because customers were constantly trying them out on me.  I haven’t used perfume since.

Windsong perfume – junior high school.  I wore it every day until I got the stomach flu and could never “stomach” the smell again.
Also, the smell of my mom canning jam and chili sauce when I would come home from elementary school in the fall.  It was a warm and cozy smell filled with love.  
And the smell of the lilacs in springtime when I’d walk home from school.  Everything was right in the world when the lilacs were wafting.

The Internets say Acqua Di Gio cologne is “A resolutely masculine fragrance born from the sea, the earth and the breeze of a Mediterranean island.” To me, it smells like high school boys and their college counterparts in tight shirts. I grant that it isn’t a bad smell, but whenever I come across it now, I’m tempted to mimic that boy in your class and suggest a more grown-up fragrance to the wearer. 

I love the smell of Nutella toast because it reminds me of London. 

Who bought you that perfume in High School?  I am constantly amazed at the childhood stories my children tell that I have no memory of.  I think it is the smell of musk that takes me back to positive memories of my teenage years.  And who doesn’t need positive memories of their teenage years?  Thanks for the sweet memories of my perfume.  Just last week I got the idea to change my perfume scent, after all these years.  it is a big step.  Did you know smell is the sense most closely connected to memory?

 Mmm, perfume souflee.  I agree sometimes too much is too much.

 So lovely, Suz! Lilacs always remind me of you. And stargazer lilies.

The smell of hay, horses, leather, and saddle soap take me back to being a kid at the barn where I took riding lessons. Anything pumpkin-scented reminds me of my mom and the holidays. And I swear there is a certain smell in the air in springtime that “smells like Arizona” although I don’t know exactly what it is.

It’s funny that I read this after walking past Abby’s hamper and wondering “What is that smell?!!!” Sweaty gym socks. Time to do some laundry and light a scented candle!

And Shari, my mom is ALWAYS looking at us funny after a round of childhood stories. She swears we’ve made stuff up.

You totally rock your signature scent.

Clinique Happy is London to me. That and urine in the Tube.

 You’d really change it?! Here’s to new memories!

I can’t wait for the springtime smell! I’ll have to see if I can catch the hint of AZ.

 P.S. Don’t you remember J.R.? He tried to help me.

I know that there are most certainly scents that remind me of certain people or places, but off the top of my head I cannot think of any. I think I am more capable of thinking of certain tastes or flavors that are associated with memories if I’m just starting from scratch.