Thinking about smells a lot lately. How they resonnate in my memory and how some just repulse me. I can remember the smell of every person I have dated, and it is burnt into my sub-conscious.
I once met a guy I thought was perfect for me. Tall, liked the same books, movies and even liked similar music. He liked to dance and go out, we could talk for hours and he even shared my comic likes. So we became friends. But, I hated the way he smelled. He did not smell bad or anything, it was just he had this metallic tang in his smell and it totally repulsed me. I have since come to realise that I would have been miserable if we had dated. I knew the moment we became friends I would never date him, no matter how good he looked on paper due to the funny smell, now I know why. Lack of growth as a person and desire to learn new things, he is stuck in 1995 and has not moved on from that era’s ideas and what happened in his life then.
I also think of the smells I like, sun wamed skin, and fruit, crisp mornings and hot chocolate. I love the smell of baking cakes and biscuits(cookies), and purry kitties. I love the smell of books and records, the smell of the sea and sand.
Perfume is one of my big weaknesses. I smell my coat every time I put it on, as it smells like a mix of all the perfumes I wear, but not strong, just that reminder smell. I tried a new perfume the other day, it is called Alien my Thierry Mugler, and I am addicted to Angel by her/him so I was eager to try my sample. And boom I was taken right back to 1992 or so, it reminded me of Ungaro that I used to wear all the time, heavy – all my perfumes are heavy, flowery – ditto and rich – ditto, lots of sub notes that slowly come out.