Posted by debaucherysoup
Someone I work with gave me a little bag of perfume samples on Friday.
These are two of my favorite things. Little and Perfume.
I’ve said I’m not a girly girl – and it’s true when it comes to putting frosting on this cake – but perfumes … oh my goodness.
I don’t have a ‘signature’ scent. I love a variety of fragrances.
My sense of smell is incredible. I’ll alert you if the neighbors have just turned on the BBQ or someone a mile away has just cut their grass.
My memories are triggered by smell and sounds – more than visual prompts.
Rain, damp wood, garden herbs, distant skunk, air-dried linens – heaven.
I love them more because they’re infrequent.
So a sampling of new and amazing smells was such a wonderful gift.
Made me think (no surprise there) about moderation.
How much more grateful I am when I’m afforded only a little sample of a food or an experience or an author. (Much like Catcher in the Rye – well played J.D., well played.)
I treasure it then, the memory is folded carefully into my heart and not taken for granted.
I am so easily pleased.
Tiny, thoughtful gifts fill my heart.
Which makes me wonder why I have such grandiose expectations of myself when it comes to gifting to others.
But that’s a tangent for another day.