Showing posts with label fragrance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fragrance. Show all posts

Monday, November 1, 2021

Word of the Year: Joy 11: Scentsuality

 

Wild honey nectar candle. Source: DW Home
Wild honey nectar candle. Source: DW Home

Mmmmmm, the sensual joy of fragrance.

To borrow from a past post, there are so many aromatic characters:

  • Spicy
  • Floral
  • Citrusy
  • Tangy
  • Sweet
  • Sour
  • Musky
  • Crisp
  • Clean
  • Pungent
  • Light
  • Sharp
  • Fishy
  • Metallic
  • Herbal
  • Earthy
  • Moldy
  • Musty
  • Buttery
  • Nutty
  • Rotting
  • Barnyard 
  • Minty


Below are scents that have delighted me in this time of COVID, inviting me to 

breathe deeply, 

to dwell in the moment I'm in.

  • Wild honey nectar candle
  • Rosemary needles captured in the wilds of residential Birmingham and Las Cruces, which I plucked, inhaled deeply of, and bit into.

 

Rosemary from across the street. Birmingham, Alabama. November 2020.
Rosemary collected from across the street. Birmingham, Alabama. November 2020.

  • Fresh basil growing on my windowsill

 

Basil growing in my kitchen. Birmingham, Alabama. May 2021.
Basil growing in my kitchen. Birmingham, Alabama. May 2021.


  • Sentimental, vintage scent of White Shoulders, an enormous bottle of which I stumbled upon in a friend's closet, who had received it as a gift, and which she re-gifted to me. The fragrance is light and pretty. In a pandemic, anointing oneself with a spray of pretty is a sweet joy.
  • Community Coffee's Pecan Praline flavored coffee, mmm, delicious smell. It also reminds me of a time I shared with my mother, when I took her for a pre- or post-op check with an opthmalogist. We had a coffee together in the medical building's little breakfast bar, chatting about nothing in particular, but enjoying the time together. Pecan praline-flavored coffee was on tap that morning.
  • Super-fishy essence of fish sauce, anchovies, sardines. Their aggressive umaminess brings forth a perverse pleasure in the coupling of revulsion and attraction. Somehow, their aroma smacks my senses in a way that reminds me: I am alive. As they were, once, and it is as if I smell their essence of both death and life. The joy does not come from any pleasure in their demise. It comes from a reminder to me that I am alive in this moment. And that I'd better goshdarn notice that, appreciate it, and be in it. 

 

Small fish at market. Batumi, Caucasus Georgia. April 2012.
Small fish at market. Batumi, Caucasus Georgia. April 2012.

 

Related posts

2020: Tucson, AZ: COVID-19 Unfolding, Part 10: Creature Comforts: Smells

2018: St. Louis: For the Senses: Seafood City

2016: Colorado: Boulder: The Scentsual

2013: On Mangoes

 

Joys so far this year

Joy 1: Word of the Year: Joy

Joy 2: Music

Joy 3: Surprise Vista

Joy 4: Happy, Joyous, and Free

Joy 5: The Science of Joy, Interrupted

Joy 6: Color

Joy 7: Birdsong

Joy 8: Here and Now, Boys

Joy 9: A Tomato and Onion Sandwich

Joy 10: Let in Light

 

 

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Colorado: Boulder: The Scentsual


Mmmmm. Peanut tea. Credit: Eric Christopher Perry



I am a sensualist, there is no doubt. The luxuries of sight, taste, touch, hearing, and smell are wondrous avenues to living a rich life, independent of one's material wealth.


Consider the sense of smell. So many nouns to describe the nuances of this gift. 
  • Smell
  • Fragrance
  • Aroma
  • Odor
  • Stench
  • Scent
  • Stink
  • Perfume
  • Bouquet
  • Musk

A twist of herb. Yerevan, Armenia. March 2012.



So many ways to describe the character of a smell: 
  • Spicy
  • Floral
  • Citrusy
  • Tangy
  • Sweet
  • Sour
  • Musky
  • Crisp
  • Clean
  • Pungent
  • Light
  • Sharp
  • Fishy
  • Metallic
  • Herbal
  • Earthy
  • Moldy
  • Musty
  • Buttery
  • Nutty
  • Rotting
  • Barnyard 
  • Minty



Spice Market, Istanbul. June 2012.



A couple of years ago, when I attended the Crawfish Etoufee Cook-Off in Eunice, I experienced the discordant but compelling aromas of sweet cinnamon rolls competing for air with spicy crawfish boils.


Spicy crawfish. Crawfish Etoufee Cook-Off. Eunice, Louisiana. March 2014.



In 2012, a drive through Derry, New Mexico, introduced me to the heady scent of roasting peppers in October.


In 2011, in Awassa, Ethiopia, the odor of giant storks nesting in the branches above me was so outrageously pungent as to make me laugh in appalled admiration.

But getting back to Colorado. One day, I visited the Celestial Seasonings plant outside of Boulder.

A good tour, and I recommend it. No pics allowed in the plant, therefore I have none to show.

The most memorable take-aways for me: 

Walking through waves of scent. An aroma bath. Breathing deeply to pull in those biological perfumes. Sheer sensual pleasure.

The mint room. It's in its own room because mint's perfume is so sharp, so pungent, that it invades all other fragrances in its wave. Some visitors cannot even stay in this room for longer than a few seconds because they are overcome by its power.


Spice Market, Istanbul. June 2012.


Breathe in. Mmmmm.