sandunes

im an absentee blogger - but now, i suddenyly find myself having the urge (and the time) to write about one of the things that fascinate me now - just to see if anyone shares the same fetish, and if it is not utterly insane to be happily obessesing about what i like to call the  "life’s smells."  living alone does make you think a lot, and i have realized that i usually equate things, people, place, memories and feelings - to what else, but scents?!?

strongest on my olfactory senses and most prominent are the scents of my family - whenever i smell tobacco, the strong kind, i remember my dad.  cigarettes i equate to my brother.  spanish cologne to my sister.  and pungent, overly sweet floral scents and red lipstick to my mom.   

old boyfriends have distinct smells as well and accompanying good and bad memories attached -  safeguard and soap with paolo cui, a pleasant smell i equate to growing up.  cigarettes and soft batch cookies with brian, a patient -southern lay-back smell. axe cologne with mias - a scent which i found myself growingly irritated with (it stinks of the scent immature, annoying, short pre-pubescent boys wear).  pio smells like freshly warmed bagels and dove soap.

and there are my favorites…smells that make me smile, make me laugh..gives me an endorphin rush on a very, very, very bad day.  freshly brewed coffee, tangy, sharp…freshly peeled oranges…the smell of the rain, heavy, breathy, suffocating…milk…coconuts, reminscent of the sea, heady, strong…vanilla, cloy, irritatingly sweet and the scent i wear…melted chocolate…creamed butter and sugar over a low fire…donuts…aunti anne’s pretzels…yellow stargazers in bloom…dove soap.. "november rain" the perfume of my hair conditioner…warmed whole wheat bagels…honey…and my favorite smell in the world…the milk scent found on babies, like sniffing new life, the smell of innocence.

and oh…nothing beats falling asleep to the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through your apartment after a hard day’s work. hmmmm…how amazing is that?