Let’s talk about scents.
Have you ever walked in an enclosed area and a woman walks in absolutely reeking of a strong perfume? And when she has passed her aroma lingers basically using up any usable oxygen in the vicinity? It’s not that the scent is bad per se. It’s just that it is simply overpowering. Could be worse. It could be B.O.
One time my husband and I entered a restaurant and there was a man sitting in the booth behind us, pretty much smelling of a body odor reminiscent of a rotting animal. And odor so cloying it was definitely not conducive to enjoying dinner. So as to not hurt anyone’s feelings we sipped our beverages and then asked for the check.
An old boyfriend decided to give me some perfume for Christmas one year. Ok, I must admit I was basically a starry eyed young woman and I wouldn’t dare tell him that his choice was not my style. In fact the scent to my senses, was a bit nauseating. So what did I do? I wore it. I wore till I stopped retching. Needless to say that relationship ended because, seriously, can you really end up with someone who buys perfume you absolutely can’t stand? At least give me credit for trying, and throwing away whatever clothing still had remnants of the foul smelling fumes.
I have a huge section of gifted perfumes, colognes, and sprays that sit unused and unwanted. It’s my island of lost scents. Most of them are food type aromas, like strawberry, cookie dough, and chocolate. Don’t get me wrong. I love strawberries. I adore chocolate, but I just can’t get beyond smelling like something from the kitchen. Those scents are fine as an air freshener in the kitchen or dining room but not on me. Besides, if I were to walk around smelling like fresh baked cookies, I probably would tend to want fresh baked cookies and my diet would go to hell.
Last winter my husband put one of those scent bulbs in the dining room. (Don’t remember what it was) I spent an hour trying to figure out where the pee smell was coming from. Surely my little dog couldn't have had an accident somewhere in the room! And then I finally figured out it wasn’t the innocent little fur ball. It was the air freshener. I tossed the offending bulb and changed it to gingerbread cookie. And all of a sudden everything was right with the world. It smelled like cookies in the dinning room. See where I am going with this. Food smells don’t belong on a body, well not on mine anyway. They belong in the dining room!
I admit I’m a little quirky. For years, whenever I’d get a whiff of the faint aroma of a skunk, I would think, well that doesn’t smell that bad. What is the issue? Not that I would ever wear Eau de Pepe le Pew. So fast-forward to last Sunday when we took a drive several hours away to visit our son in Delaware. On the way home it was dark, horror movie dark. And husband dear must have run over a recently dead skunk. The smell that permeated our car almost had me contemplating escaping the stench by grabbing the door handle to eject myself. Never have I experienced something so potent. That skunk must have had a stink gland that was over loaded. Anyway after about 30 miles, driving with the window down in 28-degree weather, the odor dissipated.
Tonight when I went into the garage to get in the car, guess what greeted me? The disgustingly familiar aroma of skunk! My husband said, “it must be on the undercarriage, but never fear, it will wear off!” As I gag myself into the refuge of the house, I wonder how I ever thought skunk, wasn’t so bad.
My point is this…to each his own. One man’s scented flower is another man’s skunk, and vice versa!