a scent and familiar aroma fill the room..you are swept back to a time, place..a good place.. a smile softy comes over your face..Scent is such a strong emotional factor that people will pay a high price to replicate grandma's perfume or mother's signature scent..i remember my introduction to perfume..it was 6th grade and for Christmas that year..i was given a bottle of Yardley's oh de london..I am sure this was a last minute gift..bought by my mother at the drug store..My mom was obsessed with making sure..we had plenty of gifts around the tree..a child of the depression, mom often spoke of years when all she received from santa was an orange, a few walnuts and licorice..Mom wanted to show us the works..and gifts stretched out to the front door was her aim..I carefully opened the bottle of oh de london and sprayed it on my Christmas clad pajamas..i immediately was taken by the smell of woodsyness..musk and jasmine..i was in love..Oh de london soon became my signature scent..i wore it everywhere...everyday..just the sight of the oh de london bottle sent me into a delirious..daze.. of love and confusion..i knew in my heart that I had enterted into a new higher way of being. I was a woman..simply because I wore perfume..I had yet to wear a bra..yet to kiss a boy..and yet to even say a dirty word..i was simply going to do it all..and could hardly wait..except for psuedo dirty words like..heck, shoot, jeepers..golly wow..that was about as far as my lips would take me in the swearing department..but boy..when my brother David..would relentlessly tease me..a few choice words were right there..in my mind..yes..the mind where life's secrets are held and only you have the key to unlock..
When fall approaches..scent becomes a precious memory for me..Candles burning..the smell of fire burning in the fireplace..beef strew simmering in the kitchen..the anticipation of Thanksgiving..apple pie baking..Fall is the beginning of a whole new joy..I also love getting new perfume for Christmas..sadly.. they do not make oh de london..new scents have taken it's place..but i will always remember my first love..the bottle given to me so long ago..by my dear mother...Let's all go and buy a new perfume..make new memories to cherish.. and spray spray away...and for the record..i have kissed a boy.. too many probably..wear a bra..which straps digs into my shoulders..but for the dirty word department..i still keep my lips sealed...
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