{"id":814,"date":"2008-04-22T04:59:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-22T04:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=814"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:27:38","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:27:38","slug":"scents-and-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=814","title":{"rendered":"Scents and memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/04\/fracas.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191926545283458738\" style=\"FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/04\/fracas.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-size:85%;\">My mother had one of those mirrored trays with crystal perfume bottles that she kept on her dresser&#8230; very shiny and fancy and exactly the type of thing we kids were never supposed to touch. After she passed away my dad tried giving it to me, to put on my little girl&#8217;s dresser, and I remember throwing a crying fit because I was so afraid to have it for myself. Imagine if I ever dropped one of those gorgeous bottles of perfume!<\/p>\n<p>Eventually I convinced myself to take it from my mom&#8217;s dresser and put it in my own room. It never quite fit with the pink canopy bed and I still haven&#8217;t gotten over the ambivalence I felt about that damn perfume tray. It&#8217;s probably in storage somewhere or up in the attic. I don&#8217;t dare throw it away, but I don&#8217;t want to have to look at it everyday, either. Silly how an object can be tied up with so much emotional baggage more than 25 years later. I guess maybe I feel like I still haven&#8217;t grown up enough to use anything so&#8230; elegant, so classy, so like my mom.<\/p>\n<p>Part of my ambivalence might also be associated with the particular perfume my mom liked. I don&#8217;t necessarily remember her wearing it &#8211; I can&#8217;t remember the sound of her voice, never mind what she smelled like &#8211; but I do remember the scent in those bottles.. Chanel No. 5. Overbearing, flowery, full of vanilla &#8230; ick. The perfume itself had probably gone over years before and that made it even more awful-smelling and heady.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never been one for perfume anyway (any wonder why?!) but many years ago I was given the tiniest bottle of the most perfect scent &#8211; bergamot and jonquil, jasmine and mandarin&#8230; in an understated black rectangular bottle. Perfect. That little bottle went quickly and I spent years trying to find more of it. Turns out it was discontinued. It reappeared a couple years ago at a ridiculous price and I&#8217;d refused to buy it. Until today. Today I spoiled myself and bought the big bottle.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t do it often, but it feels nice to be spoiled once in a while! And having that scent on my wrist again makes me smile and feel happy. Happy except that it reminded me of my mom&#8217;s perfume tray collecting dust somewhere.<\/p>\n<p>\ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>So&#8230; any favorite perfumes out there? Any that you love to hate? I&#8217;m hoping none of you are big Chanel No. 5 fans.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><em>Please note: Someday this will return to something resembling a nature blog. I feel like I&#8217;ve been &#8220;off-topic&#8221; a lot lately!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mother had one of those mirrored trays with crystal perfume bottles that she kept on her dresser&#8230; very shiny and fancy and exactly the type of thing we kids were never supposed to touch. 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