Body Butter

Tonight I bravely applied some of my remaining Body Shop Cocoa Butter Body Butter.  I've written here before about scent being a memory trigger.  This scent always does.  It's so strong a memory that I remember not only where I was, but what I was wearing, the way my hair was cut, and the time of day.  I still love the scent and I love what the product does for my skin (which has been suffering lately due to the dry wind).  The memory still brings the ache.  I wonder when it will change to something a little less poignant.

I also wonder about another fragrance.  If in a few years I've changed my fragrance again and I no longer where Idole de Armani, will I some day smell it and remember the first time I wore it?  It was on a night out with the girls at Sam Bonds in Eugene.  I'd ridden the bus to the mall and then to the bar.  When I arrived I was freezing so I ate some Salmon Chowder and then felt guilty because of the whole vegetarian thing.  I drank Guinness that night.  It was a good night.

Today they cut the hay in the field across the road.  It smelled so amazing - sweet and clean and pungent.  Whenever I smell it I have to just stop and inhale.  It always reminds me of summer.  I have good memories and not so good memories.  The smell of the hay encompasses them all and reminds me I have lived.