Innocence You hold a bottle of perfume in your hand that when sprayed, makes the air around you come alive with the smell of damp earth. A heady mix of wet soil and stewed, dead leaves that transports you into the midst of a forest. You are hunting for wild mushrooms like a character in a Tolstoy saga and when you find them, the tart smell of mushrooms ensconced in dirt takes you back to your innocent years. The first time you discovered that imminent rain had a smell you inhaled it as deeply as you could, almost to the point of dizziness, so that you would never forget it. And you never did. For years it gave you a secret thrill of excitement when you could identify that green fragrance in the air in the middle of a still afternoon and have your prediction come true. But you got older and no longer had the time to notice small things like storm scents until you found a nondescript black bottle in a shop one day, a happenstance, and it filled you with the smell of adventure. You saw yourself, aged eight, running barefoot and free on freshly rained-on grass, where you squished the clumps of mud between your toes and it tickled you with delight. It was the place where the air felt cleansed and crisp and when you closed your eyes you felt nothing but peace. You were wild but also pure and now that is the scent you cherish most.
fragrance memories - fadila
fragrance memories - fadila
fragrance memories - fadila
Innocence You hold a bottle of perfume in your hand that when sprayed, makes the air around you come alive with the smell of damp earth. A heady mix of wet soil and stewed, dead leaves that transports you into the midst of a forest. You are hunting for wild mushrooms like a character in a Tolstoy saga and when you find them, the tart smell of mushrooms ensconced in dirt takes you back to your innocent years. The first time you discovered that imminent rain had a smell you inhaled it as deeply as you could, almost to the point of dizziness, so that you would never forget it. And you never did. For years it gave you a secret thrill of excitement when you could identify that green fragrance in the air in the middle of a still afternoon and have your prediction come true. But you got older and no longer had the time to notice small things like storm scents until you found a nondescript black bottle in a shop one day, a happenstance, and it filled you with the smell of adventure. You saw yourself, aged eight, running barefoot and free on freshly rained-on grass, where you squished the clumps of mud between your toes and it tickled you with delight. It was the place where the air felt cleansed and crisp and when you closed your eyes you felt nothing but peace. You were wild but also pure and now that is the scent you cherish most.