A string of memories, brought on by a spray of my favourite scent.
I remembered the time you and I sat in that café at Kinokuniya with the bad food and good coffee and discussed our mutual admiration for Susan Orlean and "The Orchid Thief", and how we were going to brilliant journalists like her, the kind that's genuinely fascinated by what other people dismiss as ordinary. We talked about flowers and writing and and possibilities. Flowers, coffee, warm afternoon sun, the quiet hush of a shop full of paper. The smell of hope and optimism.
It had been a long, somewhat dispiriting day of diving, seeing the ruin caused by activities like ours, and while we were waiting for the boat to dock, the light became a dim gold, a breeze carried the sweet, heavy scent of frangipani over to us, as we watched the sun gently dip onto horizon we left behind. It doesn't seem possible to feel loss and contentment all at once, but we did.
We sat on a sidewalk after one too many drinks and it was chilly and damp in the worst possibly way, but we talked like we had all the time in the world. I carry your words in my heart and it's still the best advice anyone has given me. Every time I pass that tree and see the white flowers bloom, I think of you.
I have used this perfume for close to a year now, but recently, for the first time, it made me remember all these things.
Do your perfumes bring back any special memories? Do share.