As I get older, I seem to be more sensitive to scents. I have always loved the smell of lavender and used to keep a bar of Yardley's Old English Lavender soap in with my hankies. That, of course, dates back to the time when women actually carried handkerchiefs in their purses. Shows how old I am. The scent of that lavender was so whimsical even fairy-like for me. Still is for that matter.
I am oppressed by the smell unclean old bodies. Why is it that old people forget all the hygiene they have ever been taught? My stomach retches with frig food that has turned white/yellow/green and slimy. And butt smell is just about the worst personal odor possible. BABY WIPES to the rescue!
Christmas used to be the smell of fresh pine greens in the house, but we don't do that any more. In lieu of that the scented Christmas candle now must suffice. OR the melted wax stuff that comes in little disks and melts in warmers of various sorts. I do all of this stuff. BUT, I don't burn candles. The candle above I have had for years and it smells as wonderful today as it did new. And, of course, I have more than one: the pictured one is right next to me on the dining room table, one next next to my bed, one on the upstairs bookcase. And two disc warmers, one for the bathroom and one for the dining room -- to enhance the unlit candle.
Oh, I so enjoy these piney, winter scents and hang on to them until way into the first month of the new year. And what of after Christmas? Well, then I have lavender and sage -- my favorite non-Christmas scent.
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