Perfume

Ok.  I like perfume, I wear perfume, but oh boy.

I think that if you are going to wear perfume, you should have to wear special goggles that show the vapor trail of your perfume.  So that you can know for sure exactly how many people you are subjecting to said perfume.  Enveloping them in noxious, choking, cloying, burning, airless agony.

Certain perfumes make me really sick.  They either hurt my head/sinuses or make me feel like puking.  You can imagine my joy when I turn into an aisle at the grocery store and can smell the perfume of a woman 20 feet ahead of me like she just sprayed it right next to me.  And then, there's no getting away from it because you have to go down that aisle and you have to cover territory that she has already walked through.  GROSS.  So now I get to have a headache for the rest of the day because she decided to bathe in perfume before going to the grocery store.

Another thing about perfume.  The sense of smell is powerful.  It can conjure up long lost memories.  Can make you feel warm and comforted, at home.  It can make you feel sick to your stomach with a memory of something bad or a hard time you have been through.   Perfumes can have positive or negative feelings or memories attached to them.  Your grandmother's perfume might bring up good feelings of warmth and home.  Polo might bring back strangling memories of what it was like to be a captive high school student walking the halls of a building you didn't want to be in with a mess of guys who thought cologne was a substitute for water in the shower.  EW.  Stetson and leather jacket.  Wonderful warm memories of my husband in High School.  That's a good one.

The smell of baby shampoo.  Ahhh,  wonderful warm memories there.  Wet dog, not so much.  Patchouli.  URGH!  Bleck.  Yuck.  Memories of high school again.  Bad. 

I have to go smell my hubby's leather jacket now.  Bye, bye.