the smell of a memory
I remember the brand of the first bottle of perfume I used, but sniffing around in Lancome’s flag store, I don’t know which one was the one.
I remember a scented soap I had, crystal blue with creamy white chips. I tried every soap store; never get that smell back to my hand again.
I remember on the night of Euro vision last year, Alex made me the best roast lamb ever. With the same garlic, rosemary and thyme, I tried and failed a million times to cook that dish again.
I remember the early spring afternoons when I waked up lazily with a cup of mint tea, but there must be something missing in this cup that I am holding.
The mint is growing wild on my balcony. And I dont know what that is.
Maybe the smell of a memeory is just like the colour of a dream. You thought there is one, but actually there is none. To compare something with nothing, we lost the game before starting it. That is why memory always smells better, and dreams fancier.
Xiu Wang
29 Apr 2007 07:14
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I remember the smell of Aqua Manda my first boyfriend bought me a bottle for my birthday, it was rather gorgeous and orangey. When I was first going out with my husband (I’d only been going out with him for a few weeks and he went home to his parents house for Christmas) and he left me a present to open on Christmas day. It was a bottle of Aphrodisia by Faberge and I remember not knowing what that word meant (I was so naieve) and my mother was saying “OOhh Aphrodisia, OOhhh!” and I was thinking what is she behaving like that for, just over a bottle of perfume. But, yes, smells are very provocative.
09 Aug 2007, 10:27
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