Senin, 01 April 2013

SCENT.

Scent might be the only thing left in my mind about everything and everyone.

A hint of Dove shampoo I casually sniffed on a random drug store could instantly get me to exact moment in the past when I swirled someone's hair.
A familiar scent from an ex's head.
I could picturize the moment pretty well, when it comes to scent.
Even if the memories no longer linger and all the wounds seem to healed, the smell carries on.
Funny how I have this kind of feature, but this is interesting.
A smell can awake all everything I buried from even many years ago.

Or a windy night and a motorbike ride.
It was a happy year of college where we didn't even bother with the light rain on our way to a guy's place.
When "Sorry, it's a bit drizzling," sounds just as sweet as the scent filled my nose at that moment.
The thick scent of his sweater that only was a few inches from my body.
A human body's scent, so simple and pure.
Sweats.
Or anything about his sweater's smell.

Smell of my boss' car.
It has a very cute baby car seat, with some dolls and blankets.
I loved to quietly sniff the fabric left on the baby car seat.
Wondering about what her baby looks like, imagining the cutie pie from the typical scent.
A baby scent.

Last month, my Mom delivered me a pack of oil perfumes.
They were a set of various smells, inside tiny glass bottles.
There are 4 of them, with different names.
It was a tiny bottle of Incanto Shine, two of Paris Hiltons, and another one is half full and it got my attention.
That half fulled tiny bottle was called Sarah Jessica Parker's Covet.
I texted her saying thanks and asking what that one weird bottle was about.
Mom said that it was hers.
And she wanted to share with me, so she ended up sending it to me anyway.
I smiled reading her text, she wanted her daughter to smell just like her.
Or to have such clue about what she smells like, anytime I miss her.

This idea about recognizing scents very well, tickles me.
I kept all the crystal clear tracks about grandparents, lovers, friends, and places' scent in my head.
Just as I think of any thoughts about past memories, laughters and tears, every scents arouse my senses to many miraculous moments.

Sad thing is, I never knew what you smell like.

I have no idea about what perfume you use.

Years ago, I ever asked the soap you used, it's called Savoury and I really don't know where to get it here in Indonesia or even how it smells like.

I got no clue about how your body scent is.

I never get to breathe you.

PS: I wrote this piece on another sleepless night, also an accidental celebration to something fishy Google just launched this 1st April, called Google Nose. It's basically a smell-based search engine. It's basically a prank, too.

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