A Feast for One Sense…
They say that smell is the sense that’s most tied to memory.. I don’t know who said that exactly, but “they” are some pretty influential people.
So anyway, if food can take me back and make me get all nostalgic, then a smell is what keeps me there for the rest of the day. They haven’t perfected the time machine yet, but it’s the closest thing. There’s nothing like a scent that you remember. One that reminds you of simpler times (I sound like a Country Time commercial) But we all know that now that we’re getting older, we all are longing for times when we didn’t think of bills, and times when our hearts were still whole before they got broken. When everything was easy and the biggest problem was what to buy for lunch with the $2.50 that mom gave me. (4 Chipburgers is the correct answer) A good smell is that golden ticket to a wonderland of memories.
I’m just realizing that last sentence has a Christmas-time feel to it. Like I’m frigging writing the next Target commercial. I promise I’ll stop.
There are several scents that make me feel like a kid again:
1. Grass being cut-
When I was a kid, I would go out in the backyard and lay in the grass. I would stare at the sky as the sun was setting and I would stay there until I got scared and went inside. Whenever I smell grass being cut, I can close my eyes and feel like I’m that little kid again. Running around by herself because mom was taking care of the baby (my brother) and daddy was gone to work. I remember mornings of cutting the grass and then having to rake the yard and put everything in Hefty bags.
2. Joop and Farenheit cologne-
These are the first grown up colognes that I can remember smelling that had nothing to do with Drakkar and Paco Robanne. I was 17, had a crush on the puerto-rican cutie down the street and would smell one of these colognes whenever he would pass by. I have mentioned before that I used to hang with the fellas on the corner. Well, this is one of the aromas that would be in that circle. (Kush was the other one) To this day, Farenheit makes me feel overheated. Not because of the cutie that wore it, but because it really is a heat-inducing cologne. Oh mah goodness. And Joop makes me swoon.
3. Fresh Laundry-
There’s a reason that I often fall asleep in laundry. Hot laundry fresh out the dryer. When I was younger, I would watch my mother make my bed. (when she was feeling generous and I didnt’ have to do it) Everytime she flipped up the sheet a wave of Tide soap and Downy would come in my direction. I would run under the sheet as it drifted down and roll on the bed. Mom would yell at me.
I would continue to do this until mom would swat my behind. She thinks I didn’t see her laughing. Sometimes, I’d reach out and yank her on the bed with me. She’d yell out, “Nick!” and we’d go to the next room.
4. A fresh box of Crayons-
I think of the sad 8-pack my mother would buy me. Sometimes, the 24 box if I was good. I would wach with envy as Theresa would always have the 64 box. You know, the one with the sharpener in the back. It’s like you’d hear the Heavens opened whenever you cracked a box of crayons for the first time. It’s first days of school and a gang load of chubby fingers all reaching into the tray. It’s nights of my father telling me to color the brown cow in one direction. I still own crayons. And I’m sorry, Crayola is only one brand of crayons. Sesame Street once showed how they were made. My favorite episode to this day.
5. Library books-
I don’t know what it is about libraries that makes all the books smell the same, but they do. There’s that certain mustiness. Combine the smell of the books with the sound of that crinkle when you open it up and I’m a happy person. I remember trips to the library, walking with a trailer load of books. Feeling like I just went to a free bookstore. I remember the summer I worked in the library. I remember reading Richard Scarry’s books to my mother by the ironing board. I think about how I would play library at home. Library books are great.
6. The beach.
If there’s Coppertone lotion in the area, I’m in the 5th stage of bliss (bliss only has 7 stages, mind you.) It reminds me of Summer. I think of the first time I climbed Dunn’s River Falls. Even though it’s a freshwater (read: cold) waterfall, there’s a beach at the bottom. This beach has water so clear that you can see the sun glisten off the scales of the orange fish that just swam by. Sometimes, I go to the beach and close my eyes. I am immediately 9 years old again. I am eating fish and festival on Hellshire Beach (another beach in Jamaica). And you haven’t lived until you’ve had fish and festival on a beach in Jamaica.
So there you have it. My list of scents that are tied to my strongest memories. I don’t need to ask any questions, because you’re not an idiot. But for those in the daft section, what scents do it for you?
Have a lovely weekend.
Peace and Love, Nick
I’ll be better about posting next week. I have to get acclimated to working. (Yes, that’s what I said!)
Love you all…