The air smelled like vanilla, as I was rode my bike on the Hamburg bike trail this evening. I suddenly thought of Ponderosa pines and the smell of the High Sierra forest and all my happy miles hiking out west came flooding back. I knew there were no Ponderosa pines nearby, had no idea where that smell came from, but for a few happy miles I was lost in memories of the western mountains.
Smells can do that to you, bring you right back to a place you had not thought about nor physically visited for half a lifetime and you can experience a sharp spasm of pleasure. Hay-scented ferns do that to me, reminding me of my summers at my father’s hunting camp in Potter County, as we trail rode the mini bike through the forest, waist-high in ferns, our feet and pedals slicing them off at their necks and filling the air with their sweet scent.
Somewhere in my 40’s I decided I was old enough to treat myself to good perfume. I never knew what to put on my Christmas list for my in-laws as I usually take care of all my needs throughout the year as they arise. (Underwear was NOT going on. My own mother used to buy it for me at Christmas- why does a mother do that?). “Happy Heart” perfume by Clinique was my first. Many times I would wear it over the years and people, both men and women would ask, “What are you wearing, that smells so good!” I suddenly found myself making other people happy besides myself, just from a little spray behind the ears and wrists.
When we were in San Antonio, I met my niece Janelle and she smelled like something out of this world. It was really heavenly. I could have walked around town with my nose in her neck all day and been perfectly happy. It was called “Angel.” The next time I was in a large airport killing time, I checked out the perfumes in duty- free and saw that Angel costs $90. I did not feel like I deserved that. Then I found it for $35 in NYC at a perfume shop and purchased it. Then I found it in Zimbabwe for $15. I knew there had to be something wrong with it- synthetic, mixed with water but for $15, I couldn’t go wrong. The other week I was at Dan’s Camera getting my camera cleaned and the clerk immediately says to me as soon as I walk up to the desk, “Oh my , you have Angel on , that smells so good.” And I told her about my $15 deal. She said, “That’s the real deal, I’d know that smell anywhere.”
Wearing perfume has absolutely nothing to do with the opposite sex- I don’t wear it for my husband, I don’t wear it to attract other men, I wear it for me. Because it really makes me happy to smell it. It is an easy thing to do. And in reality, as I have seen, it can add to another’s day just as much, like a big smile.
On the return ride this evening, I rounded a corner and there was that vanilla smell again. A quarter-mile later, I passed a woman whom I had passed on my outbound ride. Could it be her perfume trailing behind her for a 1/4 mile, filling the forest with its delicious molecules? I yelled to her in passing, “Do you have vanilla perfume on?” “Yes!” she replied. “It smells soooo good, ” I complimented her.
And as I rode on, I began to think that we women often tend to not take care of ourselves as we should. We certainly don’t have to wait for our man to buy us perfume. We can do that ourselves- we deserve it. Next time you are in duty-free, ask those clerks to turn you onto to something heavenly and go around sniffing little cards of scents and your wrists, and make yourself happy and buy some perfume. And if you need some rationalization, know that you are in essence making the world a happier place just by wearing it. We can all use happier hearts.
PS- I was riding my bike very fast tonight (see my blog- “I Wanna be a Bicycle Racer”) and thinking about writing this blog in my head at the same time, when all of a sudden, I came up on two women and their dog. As I was heading to the left to go around them, another couple was suddenly coming at me head on. I slammed on the brakes, hit the women and her dog, wiped out the other oncoming woman and wrecked in the grass. Everyone was okay. The price of a blog… I think I’ll wear my helmet next time!