Why We Love Perfume

Why We Love Perfume

From left to right: Serge Lutens Santal Majuscle, incense sticks from Kyoto, Diptyque Tam Dao EDP, frankincense, Chanel Sycomore.

The nostalgic smell of a former lover. The smell of someone who has passed on. The smell of home. The smell of Christmas.

When you wake up and smell the light crispness of the cold morning air. The smell of rain falling on hot tar roads on a humid summer afternoon.

The comforting smells of baked brownies and cookies. Vanilla. Cinnamon.

Ah, floral bouquets! A rose garden. A lavender field. Cempaka flowers in a Balinese spa. The intoxicating scent of tuberose.

The smell of a Japanese garden in Kyoto (picture mine)

Now imagine the smell of a Japanese garden in Kyoto (picture mine)…

The smoky yet meditative incense of a Japanese temple. The sambac jasmine diffusing through an Indian market.

That forest trail with the scent of moss and decaying leaves on the damp cold soil.

The woody scent of sandalwood soap; the cedar wood of a traditional Japanese bath.

For that moment when a scent overwhelms you emotionally, and you cry.

There is so much beauty in scent, so much joy and sadness, so much love and loss, melancholy and jubilation.

In the realm of the emotional, the supreme sense is smell.