Thursday, August 07, 2014
Tracking Down a Memory
I smell patchouli, sandalwood, the head shop/record store on Skokie Blvd, and my mother around 1970. I know that's kinda a vague description so here's a better review of the fragrance that isn't caught up in all the emotional baggage of a middle aged woman missing her mum.
There's definitely an incense smell. Danny retreated to his room to escape it, but I can't stop sniffing my hands (which would look kinda weird if I were out in public, but I'm at home). This isn't an everyday perfume (or a long ride in the car perfume unless you knew the other passengers liked it)but I can see occasions where I would (very sparingly) wear it. For me, it is a memory in a beautiful little genie bottle I can place on my perfume tray to summon a memory (and if I'm honest, a good cry) when I need it.