For a short while in high school (during the Tulsa years), I worked in a drug store photo lab. Occasionally, a phantom homeless lady would pay us a visit. Maybe I shouldn’t say ‘pay‘ us a visit, because our store never saw a dime of her money. Her purpose was to shoplift and also to douse (AND I DO MEAN DOUSE, folks) herself in a cheapo fake parfum de stinky. I haven’t thought of that lady for YEARS until yesterday when I smelled another lady wearing the same perfume at Bible Study. Yet another association induced by smell.
New Word for your day (a Maren-ism): EWWWW d’état
Definition: a sudden overbearing exercise of perfume in social settings ; especially : the violent attack or overpowering of a helpless individual by a select few who wear perfume that is pungently offensive.
I am all for perfume. I have a few bottles myself, but please do me a favor and remember the following tips. #1. Less is more. If you smell like you’ve just stepped from a flower garden into a vat of aromatherapy, take the clue that you’ve probably put on too much. #2 It’s fine if you appreciate this particular smell…but if you plan to see me, please avoid wearing it during our encounter. Otherwise, I’ll figure you’re stinky and homeless. And I’ll be forced to excuse myself from your presence…
…but then maybe, you’ll want to wear it???
Got any of your own smell association stories for me?