Smells in the best sense of the word

AllAtwitter’s blog post on smells has me thinking about my own favorites and the “smell memories” they evoke. My strongest memory ever associated with a smell or scent happened a few decades after my parents had divorced, I was helping my mother go through an old dresser and came upon a jar of Wind Song scented body creme. I opened the jar and breathed in deeply, then said out loud, “You and Dad are going out.” The smell had instantly taken me back twenty-five years to that moment after the baby sitter had arrived and Mom was all dressed up and perfumed leaning over to kiss me good-bye.

Smells I love are cookies or bread baking, coffee, snow on the air, wood fires burning in the fireplace and that smell of cold when my husband comes in from outside. All of these evoke home for me.

Wings perfume, the flat out best smell I ever smelled.

The scent of burning leaves. The smell of apples at a fruit stand. The smell of lilacs.