The other day I found a T-shirt belonging to my boyfriend in my bedroom. What did I do with it? I didn’t fling it across the room in frustration, I didn’t break down crying thinking of how much I miss you. I didn’t even stash it in my ‘boyfriend’s-clothing-become-PJ’s’ drawer.
I picked it up and spelt it.
Then I took a moment to re-remember him… Funny how the scent of a daggy old grey Billabong tee could make me smile and make me cry in one breath. I guess it’s because when a person walks out of a room or out of our life, they leave behind certain songs, sights and particular scents we associate with them. These we associate with them can make us sentimental for the times we shared, their smile and the familiarity that once was.
Even young girls enjoy wearing perfume. It may be because they want to feel grown up, or maybe because they like the smell. I remember when I was eight; in the local pharmacy there was a fragrance that I thought smelt like lemonade. And suddenly I had a desire to smell like fizzy drink so I saved up and bought it.
What I’ve learnt and loved over the years about perfume is that it changes and grows with you as a person. It evolves as you do. As we become bolder and older, we leave behind the shy subtleties of vanilla to embrace sparkling florals, and rich heady scents.
Our fragrance can reflect our mood, or lift it. I never knew words like ‘Lovely’, ‘Beautiful’ or ‘Passion’ could come from a bottle, but when we’re broken-hearted, bloated or stressed, the mist from a small glass box can act like a magic potion to help us feel just a little bit beautiful again.
Everybody has ‘a smell’. From the fun and affordable to the iconic; live, love, laugh, learn and make memories to immortalise with your favourite scent. Perfume is sometimes a mask, which we paint our feelings on everyday.
A while ago, my boyfriend he sent me a text which simply said, “I miss your smell”. It gave me butterflies, and it made me realise something…the perfume I put on every morning had actually become part of my identity. I now had a ‘smell’ and somebody out there knew it was mine. And that is why girls wear perfume, every single day.
