Olfactory travel

Sometimes it happens that you go on a trip not only by actually traveling, reading and watching blogs. Sometimes it's enough just to take off the lid, make a couple of puffs on the blotter or yourself. Yes, yes, I'm talking about perfume and olfactory travel.

It even happens like this: you don't even want to think about risking wearing this perfume, it doesn't envelop you with a light romantic fleur or a seductive halo, but it's impossible to break away from it. You want to sniff it from time to time just to go somewhere in your imagination again. And it happens that a random zest in the store will pull you out of everyday life and throw you somewhere far, far away.

For example, this happened to me recently in one of the perfume shops. The unremarkable long bottles of the Nikolai Parfumeur Createur brand have never attracted my attention. Just because there was nothing to do, the hand once reached out to Poudre de Musc Intense. One zilch on the blotter, and something strange happened: some kind of cute two-story resettled and abandoned house appeared quite clearly. His yard was already overgrown with weeds. You go to the house, and the stems crumple under your feet. The crushed bushes of greenery smell fresh and sharp. The greens are above the knee. You spread it with your hands. The house itself smells of a slight damp burning. And then you see a long-abandoned dressing table, on which someone has set aside a couple of flasks, and her - a closed elegant compact. A light, barely noticeable smell of this beauty, this powder comes to replace burnt coals. Isn't it a strange fragrance? Isn't this a strange journey? To wear? Perhaps not.… But sometimes you definitely want to smell.

And going on another olfactory journey, you can travel back in time. Here is August, and you are a child. Billets are boiling at home. There are scree apricots with apples in the garden. But the apples are still hanging, and apricots and peaches are already being harvested. They are both in the basket and in buckets. Apricot and peach jam is being cooked on the stove, its tempting smell hovers around. You run to the back porch, where no one has gone out for a long time because of the hassle, and there is a slightly fermented jam on the table, there, in a wooden bowl. The bright smell of wood soaked in it, orange berries, slightly fermented syrup... My grandfather probably brought him out here to eat, but he forgot. The memory is not the same anymore. And how delicious it smells! Many people feel only an alcoholic cocktail in Tom Ford's Better peach, but they just never knew what jam season was.

If we have already remembered about the blanks, I have another fragrant story from this category. I somehow filled up my parfgaard with another harmful perfume. And the name of the brand with a character is "Juliet with a gun." But the trouble is: no matter what, it's always just musk. And so it was for a week, another. It was already coming to autumn, it was a cool time with a dry wind and withered leaves crumbling underfoot. And then, on one of those days, a miracle happened. A dazzling snowy winter. You walk along a well-trodden path to the cellar, from where you are instructed to get and bring home compote, spun for the winter. You bring it carefully, afraid to drop the jar, and open the tin lid with difficulty. The joyful smell of pear compote, cold and cheerful, rushes into the nose like a bright wave. That's how this harmful Pear inc. from "Juliette has a pan" sometimes smells.

We remembered winter, we remembered summer. How about spring? Flowers? No, it's too easy. When spring is just beginning, as it is now, you often want to break out of the city and rush towards it at speed, forgetting about everything. With Liberty from the little-known Italian niche brand "Merchant of Venice", it's as if you instantly find yourself on a bike, rushing off on this most sudden journey. The warm and smoky country smell of freedom, roads, a leather jacket and a campfire gives a feeling of strength, freedom and boundless happiness. I have a tradition of applying only a couple of puffs of this fragrance when I go on such a trip in spring or autumn. At other times, I don't use it, no matter how great the temptation. So as not to disturb the soul too much in a series of routine everyday life. Don't do anything stupid: don't suddenly grab a leather jacket and rush off into the sunset.