Today I bought some expensive perfumes, and one of them is called Cigar and Ice Cream.
The moment I saw it, I knew I had to have it.
Decades ago, when I worked as a nanny, my boss often smoked cigars. That scent became such a familiar part of my daily life that whenever I left for vacation, I would actually miss it.
When I returned and caught that familiar cigar smell again, I immediately felt comforted, like I was back where I belonged.
It's amazing how powerfully scent is tied to memory and emotion. For me, the fragrance of cigars isn't really about the smoke itself—it's about the people, the place, and a season of my life that felt meaningful.
It will carry a cherished memory with me every time I wear it.
I told a dear old friend about it, and I asked him, "if I could make a perfume that smelled like you, what would it be?"
He replied "Lilac Flowers"
I immediately smiled and could almost smell it when I thought about it.
I could see the yards lined with lilac bushes from my childhood as I walked to school or to church or even around the block. My grandma had large bushes full. The deep sweet smell made you stop and take a deep breath.
I then asked my friend to tell me why he chose that scent.
His response was "all my life it has been my favorite sense"
He proceeded to tell me about a perfume he used to buy his wife -
Shalamar - I looked it up... it IS expensive ha ha!
Back to my own spending... I do not usually make such elaborate purchases - but I knew I could not live another day without smelling what cigar and ice cream perfume smelled like.
I thought about what smell I associated my husband with -
My husband has this rusty red and brown beard, and he has recently started using beard oil. Sandalwood. It's very lowkey, musty woodsy smell. I love it.
There is also vanilla campfire, old money apple pie -
please just take my money ha ha
I want to try them all!
Oh, that reminds me - One of my favorite memories ...
We were in New York and Daddy Warbucks took us to a breakfast restaurant.
It was totally New York style.
It smelled like coffee and hot chocolate.
It smelled like pancakes and waffles.
It smelled like bacon and sausage.
There was a clattering of dishes and people talking, people in line, people sitting, people enjoying their food.
Maybe your mother made cookies or your grandmother baked bread - or your boyfriends mother made authentic Italian food.
My mind is flooded with memories and smells. The ocean days smelling like sun block and sand and seaweed.
I will never be ungrateful for a rain storm - ahhhh
What are your favorite smells?
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