Category: The Beauty Process
Scent of a Goofball
By Lexi on Jun 30, 2011 | In Diary, The Beauty Process
Making my gimpy-ass way to work yesterday (I am recovering from three hernias, in case you missed it), I encountered a group of prison work release fellas cutting the tall grass on the embankment that separates Lincoln Street from Cambridge Street. It smelled fantastic! The grass had been easily over a foot high and getting more wild by the day, and so the whole street was awash in that glorious fresh-cut grass aroma. I had to stop and take a few gratifying sniffs, reveling in the bright morning and all that cut grass. Which reminded me of the time I found, to my absolute bliss, a perfume that smelled just like that. If memory serves, it was by Calvin Klein. This was ages ago, I was young, still with Hub and I seem to recall him tolerating this grass perfume with some amusement. Does that go into the "what was I thinking" bin or what? Yes, fine, I love the smell of fresh-cut grass. But that meant I saw fit to go around smelling like your front lawn? I also love the aroma of fresh sauteed onions, Crayola crayons, lemons...jeez, I love the smell of spare ribs, but it never occurred to me to dab barbecue sauce behind my ears.
Grass. Really, young me?
