Signature scent.

One of my (limited) blog readers and I wore the same perfume in college. We both wore it all four years and I think we both continued to wear it into our early professional days. Oh, Perry Ellis 360. You gave me some seriously wonderful times. From college interviews and frat parties, to buying my first car you were there.

Smell is something that brings me back and makes me giddy. I can open a bottle of Vidal Sassoon shampoo and I suddenly think of Sarah and my freshman year in High School. The same way that I had to call a friend of mine when I found a bottle of Outrageous and could not stop thinking of her.

Colgate and Nivea make me feel like my beloved grandmother is in the room. Something about my nightly ritual of brushing and lathering up always makes me have a mini conversation with her. For that I am eternally grateful.

In the same accord, my mom does not smell like a perfume. My mom smell likes my mom. She has worn Chloe, Lauren, Red Door, DKNY, Burberry, Chanel and yet no matter what commercial scent she puts on her person her own scent travels through. I LOVE IT. Every time I watch the movie Hope Floats the scene where Sandra Bullock falls into her moms dress because of the smell brings me to weeping mess on the floor. Kind of a slobbering, not sightly convulsion on the floor. As I write this, tears are in my eyes at that horrible thought.

As much as it creates a great sense of fear, it also has a huge place in my heart. My mom smells soooooo good. Nothing can recreate it, she just smells sooo good.

Well, apparently I do too. Gia came in while I was getting dressed today. Right before I put on my perfume (my current obsession is Fresh's Sake) and she grabbed my hand and said, "no mommy, you smell good just like this."

Seriously, this is what life is all about.