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I breathe in when I slice an orange, an apple or a lemon, peel a banana, open a bottle of grape juice or sweet pineapple juice. The fragrance of chicken frying blending with sweet corn and potatoes boiling for mashing, pumpkin pies baking in the oven -- all delightful! All full of memories.
When it rained recently, I stood outside and breathed in that sweetest of all fragrances -- that of rain on parched ground.
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We have a type greenery at the flower shop called "myrtle". It's different from "crepe myrtle" and when we give the stem a fresh cut, it has a very pleasant fragrance. So does the filler flower we get called, "wax flower". I think it smells like lemons. My sister in law once said it smelled like butter. Butter? Really? Oh well, each to his own.
One of my all time favorites is the smell of horses, and barns and hay. I love the smell of fresh mown grass. It also has many good memories attached to it, of my dad and the other men in our neighborhood in Wherry Housing at Sheppard mowing the big square and us kids playing in the mounds of moist, fresh cut bermuda.
I was going out and around with Deidre recently, and as I passed her bedroom, she stepped out with a spray bottle in hand. "Want some of this?" she asked, offering me some of her new cologne that she'd bought online at a ridiculously low price with free shipping. Beautiful tall slender bottle.
"Sure!" I said and she misted me.
At Breathe Yoga, we misted ourselves with the calming fragrance of lavender.
I usually don't remember to wear cologne, but I LOVE it, so the next day when I was going out to meet with fellow writers, I remembered and when I opened the cabinet door to get my "Angel", I saw the last bottle of original "Polo" the kids bought for Ronnie. I've kept it in what used to be his bathroom. Occasionally we spray it on Seth because he remembers it and likes "to smell like Paw Paw." My son uses it himself, sometimes when he's here.
My dad wore "Old Spice" and so did Ronnie's dad, so Ronnie always had a bottle of that around. I always enjoyed the original Aqua Velva, so he usually had a bottle of that too.
As the kids got older they introduced him -- and me to the more expensive colognes.
I don't have a preference. I think it all smells good!
I worked with a woman who said her husband never wore cologne. I thought, "how boring is that?" It was always a treat to smell Ronnie when he finally announced he was "ready to go".
I also had a brother-in-law who only wore one brand -- never anything else, and I thought, "well how boring is that?" to limit yourself to one scent when there is such a wide variety of fragrances out there. It seemed as limiting as eating the same thing every day. But each to his own.
I picked up the bottle of Polo, sniffed it and remembered good times. I think I'll spray it in my car so it will smell like that "brown eyed handsome man just got out of it."