Let’s say someone ate too many bananas chips and fouled up the air in the bath this morning….
I reach into a drawer an pull out an older perfume that is resting inside. How many sprays will we do? I spray too many times, probably eight. Probably the number of times Zsa Zsa or Elizabeth Taylor spray and walk into and clang bangles on inner wrists while moaning, Mmm-mmm…
The scent is citrusy and masculine and then I remember this is the smell of us falling in love in 2018 and I’m a cloud, I’m a unicorn, I’m a fairy and then I’m tearing up because it is a good memory.
I put the perfume on your piles of love letters because you’re the only one I’ll never burn.
But now Vigilante has traveled down the hall from the bath and under the doors into my bedroom and I’m on the bed facing my wall and the smell of you is everywhere so let’s say someone is probably eating too many banana chips again.
The memory of scent is always so strong. Like time travel.
Lovely - so visceral. It's been literal decades since I've fallen in love. 😳