Scentimental JOURNEY
Clearly I need to declutter. I am a hoarder of memories. Mine is not the minimal life. Happily, I dwell on my past to ensure I never forget loved ones long gone, and to connect with and appreciate those with me now. Tiny trinkets and talismanic mementos; every object has its own story: a past, an association and, potentially, an aroma.
Take my late father’s pipe. “Jo, he died 30 years ago,” one could cry. This precious, aromatic keepsake I tuck away in a ‘special place’, occasionally taken out for ‘a little Papa sniff’. Instantly I am transported back, aged nine, standing side by side around the flickering autumnal flames of his weekend garden bonfire: the smell of burning leaves and wood (you got it, I am chypre and candle obsessed) is still one of my greatest joys today. So, mix a little pipe tobacco swirled around a few garden herbs and a ton of emotion... Yep, I think we all know what my perfume smells of!
Our sense of smell has that unique power to take us back to our
