What’s That Smell?
Roaming about the downstairs, getting ready for bed this evening, I decided to partake in a tall drink of water. Literally, not figuratively.
Well, as I sipped and meandered about my kitchen, I smelled this lovely aroma - a clean, soapy sweetness that smelled the way I wish my bathroom, bedroom, dare I say, soul smelled like. I scanned the kitchen with a suspicious eye, wondering what, who, where this clean and wonderful smell was coming from.
Then I took another sip of my water. The smell was stronger for a moment.
Shit, my water smells amazing, but I’m not sure I want to be drinking it. It didn’t taste different – crisp and clean and cool. So what the fuck is that smell?
Check for smelly candles that may have snuck in the room when I wasn’t looking, looked for cleaning supplies, sniffed the hand soap in the bathroom despiting knowing that smelled like pine trees and olive leaves, yet I was so confuzzled, I suspected even my most loyal hand soap.
I resigned myself to the idea that perhaps, unlike any other house in the history of christendom, I was lucky enough to live in the house where the game “Find the Smell” is a treasure hunt for bouquets of roses and sunshine. That just isn’t fucking possible!
I glared at the kitchen, my trust shattered as I flicked the light switch. Then, with derision, I took another long pull on my tall drinkawatah. And then I realized – the source of the smell, the holy grail of my frustrated search for this wonderful scent that I would have killed to bottle and bathe in – was right in front of me the whole time.
It was my upper lip.
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You can laugh if you like.
Yes, apparently my new face cream smells like daydreams and babies.
If you think I just sniffed myself, you’d be right.
