Olfactory records
Nov. 22nd, 2005 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
At the junction at the bottom of Castle Hill a cyclist pulled up alongside me, and she smelt so strongly of the Body Shop's "Dewberry" range that I felt like I was a teenager again, worrying that using deodorant would make my parents think I was seeing boys (because why else would you want to smell nice or shave your legs?). I still hate that dewberry scent; it's like boiled sweets without the tastiness, or flowers without the naturalness, or summer holidays without friends. (I thought for ages that it was a made-up fruit, but actually it's not.)
And as I walked along Sidney Street I passed a greasy-haired boy, undergraduate age I suppose (though they look so young and so on and so forth), who was standing by the wall and eating a pasty from a paper bag. Right at the moment when I passed him there was a huge papery pastryish munching sound, and I got a hot blast of the smells of lard-soaked pastry and gristly meat.
I think on balance I preferred the pasty to the dewberry, which probably says something about me.
Not something very interesting, though. But never mind.
And as I walked along Sidney Street I passed a greasy-haired boy, undergraduate age I suppose (though they look so young and so on and so forth), who was standing by the wall and eating a pasty from a paper bag. Right at the moment when I passed him there was a huge papery pastryish munching sound, and I got a hot blast of the smells of lard-soaked pastry and gristly meat.
I think on balance I preferred the pasty to the dewberry, which probably says something about me.
Not something very interesting, though. But never mind.
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Date: 2005-11-22 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 06:22 pm (UTC)I don't mind the smell in and of itself, but even today, if I encounter someone wearing it I'll usually try to make some kind of excuse to get away, it's so intensely distracting.
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Date: 2005-11-22 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 06:53 pm (UTC)There's a perfume mostly used by young ladies in the early nineties that I adore, but I was awkward enough at that age that you can't really ask what it is, and now it seems to have mostly died out, I perhaps catch it on a stranger in the street once a year or so, and possibly not even that now.
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-23 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-23 10:11 am (UTC)Mind, I would never have said the smell was blackberries.