Just last Sunday my father handed me a few plums, freshly picked from a tree in his garden. Hot and ripe. Like Poison.
That luscious, sweet, fruity smell transported me within a second on a late September day when I impatiently unwrapped my birthday present. It was 1986. I held in my hands my very own, very first, very grown-up perfume. I was dreaming about it since I first saw the bottle (never had a chance to smell a tester or really try it on, it was a wild desire based on an advertising photo). Nothing I have ever smelled felt a scent like that, and all the girly, fresh, light, and youth tainted perfumes I was familiar with were simply bombed away with this one.
It was Poison by Christian Dior.
“There is nothing like the smell of books, both new and old. If someone ever bottled the smell, I would be all over it.” Well, someone did. Not…
Lemon: what an instant reminder of the summer holidays!
Just one sniff brings back memories of the hot noon sun, green leaves hiding waxy white dainty flowers, unopened ones slightly pink at the top, and suddenly… it’s summertime, and the living is easy.
Lemons are ripe, fragrant, and bright yellow. The ones you see are picked from a tree in my garden, homegrown and untreated. And do they smell! Love this lemon scented life!