The Scent of Fear
I have a confession to make. Since my month of living hell began, I’ve not worn any perfume at all, it’s an odd situation for me to be in, for, even before Project Perfume began, I would apply perfume daily, even though I wouldn’t, actually, pay that much attention to it afterwards.
However, since I’ve spent most of this year actually paying a lot of attention to how things smell, what I’ve been trying very hard not to do is to accidentally end up attaching a scent to this period of my life. For, I keep thinking, if I do, what would happen if I accidentally caught a sniff of that scent afterwards?
I’ve spent the last week with a racing heart, a dry mouth, total confusion, a constant sense of dread, and more besides, if that was to come back, even by accident because I caught a whiff of, say, Ananas Fizz by L’Artisan Perfumer (a scent guaranteed to cheer up even the darkest day, with it’s pineapple-sunshine sense of fun), then I think I would go crazy.
Scent is an odd sense, as it is most definitely tied to memory. Even now if I smell Origins Ginger, it makes me want to throw up, because of a bout of food-poisoning I suffered once whilst wearing it. The merest smidge of Rive Gauche and it’s 1981, and I’m waiting at the airport with my mum, waiting for my dad to come home from his first job abroad. And for serious, you never want to know what I’m reminded of if I get within even a molecule of Southern Comfort …
So I haven’t wanted to tie a scent to this terrible time. But, if I did want a comfort-scent, what would you recommend?
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