Scent Association

My mother rarely wore perfume in my childhood. When she did she preferred to wear something both personally and socially appealing. So Avon Imari and Burberry Weekend made the cut. Most of the time though when I’d open one of her handbags I’d be hit with the pungent smell of her multi-vitamins. My mother has always been an extremely healthy eater and loved vitamins.

One of her best friends, an older woman who was like a second mother to my mother, eventually wore CK Euphoria. “Oh I love this one!” she’d say to me when we saw her on the weekends during her final years.

That woman’s children were rather epic. In a way so was she. She was certainly memorable at the very least. One son was both a pharmacist and lawyer, another was a (literally) world famous explorer who was the first to cross the North Pole by dogsled “unsupported”. Her other son sailed and tended to yachts for billionaires around the ocean. Her sweet daughter is a (now likely retired) nurse. This lady was a natural platinum blond with clear blue eyes and even in her 80’s and 90’s CK Euphoria was stunning on her. She wore bright colors like flaming red exceedingly well. Was there something bright about CK Euphoria? I wonder…

I have no idea which perfume my kids will associate with me. I wore Chanel No. 22 often when my son was really little. But I doubt he’ll think of me when he smells that one… Maybe they’ll think of Lys Mediterranee? We’ll see I guess. I know for a fact that they’ll associate the smell of coffee shops with both my ex-husband and I. Maybe also the smell of the great outdoors as we are fortunate enough to live in a beautiful part of our country and love to be outdoors as much as possible. We don’t have to travel a thousand miles to the ocean or 500 miles to a mountain and to do so would be unwise with Covid-19 and foolish and wasteful. Local nature often isn’t to be missed unless you desperately need to “look good” online for your followers. Thankfully because I’ve always been almost too honest, I don’t. Ha! *wink* …Besides, many of the most hateful or narcissistic people who you’d have to “worry about” online or elsewhere tend towards the delusional and think what they like to think already or probably try to just lie about things in general anyway. Right? *eye-roll* And as a reminder for “haters” reading this: I’m done. Remember? Good. So please stop trying to aggravate me to feel better about yourself or to delude yourself into thinking you have a weird amount significance in my life or control that actually you don’t and never have had? I’m done. I. Am. Done.

What about you? Do you associate a particular smell with your mother? Your childhood? Baby powder? Musk? The smell of the sea? Maybe a romantic flower like iris is one you can’t almost ever see in any other way than morose and dark because your own childhood was depressing? *grimmace* I hope not though…

Lily-of-the-Valley and lilies in general are often associated with death and funerals but Lily-of-the-Valley is also specifically associated with the Virgin Mary and yet if you read reviews online about Lys Mediterranee (by those who actually love it and aren’t just trying to love it) it’s often associated with…well…the sensuality and beauty of the Mediterranean. Maybe that’s in part because Lys Mediterranee is also somewhat musky…and, as many know, musk combined with a floral like a lily is often connotative of…sex. Except, Lys Mediterranee cleans up the notes and makes it all immensely appropriate and family friendly, if not elegant and restrained. It’s waxy but chilled as the writer for the immensely popular perfume blog Bois de Jasmine decides (Read her review if you’ve never smelled it and don’t want to trust my words or observations). Maybe Lys Mediterranee is even too complicated or removed to the point of being unfortunately somewhat unapproachable for some noses… Lys Mediterranee only hints at an innate internal flame. It’s not an obvious fragrance made for those who want to make an obviously sexual olfactory statement… (It does hint at it though if you’re perceptive enough.) But regardless, the fairly popular vision of the Mediterranean is one I can easily envision myself when I wear it. …Still, feeling guilty enough about fossil fuels I’ll mostly stick to my own neck of the woods when I wear it. Often. And maybe if this pandemic ever is totally controlled I’ll finally go across the pond…