I love perfume.

But why? Why is it that I love perfume so much. So much so that we dedicate a significant portion of our time and efforts into reading, writing, sniffing, buying, swapping, selling, decanting, twittering and God knows what else concerning perfume. Why do we do it? What makes us keep on doing it? This is an explanation I tried to give myself.

Nowadays, with all that taken care of by civilisation and socialisation, smell is almost an extra, still highly functional, but to be used for pure pleasure.

And that is what I do.

Perfume is pleasure. But not only that. Perfume is a way to express or relieve feelings, to circumvent the brain and all its ifs and buts and get right to the point, whatever that point may be at the time.

I enjoy the freedom to feel (and write) about perfume whatever I please. Perfume reaches out to my personal stash of memories and feelings, it evokes my history. If I find similarities in how others feel, all the better, that is the beauty of community, of humanity really, to find similarities and accept our differences in perception as well as expression.

I love perfume, because however great the chaos surrounding me, however distraught, sad, angry or happy I am, Perfume is my way of reconnecting with myself. If I am overwhelmed, I just need to catch a whiff of something I love to smell and I can focus again.

I love perfume because it never judges me. No matter whether I feel old or young, beautiful or having a very bad hair day, whether I have five Rupees more or less in  pocket, perfume smells always good. The fact that smelling is removed from the sense of sight, which is so often used as an instrument of judgment, makes it perfectly impartial. It still manages to lift my spirits when a look in the mirror spells doom.

I love perfume because it provides a sheer endless variety. There is a scent for every occasion, every mood, every feeling, even the weather can find its equivalent in a perfume. Standing before my collection in the morning matching a perfume to my needs is one of the most enjoyable things in my day.

I love perfume because there is always something new. Something to explore, try, test, fall in love with or dismiss. Once it gains entry to my personal stash  outfits, I can be sure there is always an occasion to wear it again, to reach for it, or even frenziedly searching for it, when the time comes, even if there are equally many moments where I scratch my head and ask myself why the heck I ever wanted or liked THAT one.

I love perfume because I am glad that I no longer undervalue the power and importance of my sense of smell. I used to almost ignore the fact that I had a nose that has a function surpassing the merely ornamental.

I have woken up to my nose´s possibilities and what I have discovered is a big part of my life now, for it was also the entrance into a community of people with the same love, passion and interest.

I never want to miss that again.


Magic In The Backyard

by Kellie Elmore

Soft spoken eyes, infectious laughter,
her spirit so young, a dreamer, a doubter
On the dewy grass beneath the sun,
sun-kissed cheeks, dreams ready to run

Curly blond locks, sweet dimpling smile
A wonderland awaits in the mind of a child
For all that she sees, through innocent heart
A whimsical journey only she can take part

Pinks and purples illuminating her sky,
she looks to the heavens, lays back with a sigh
She takes up her journal and begins to pen
coloring the pages with what she puts in

Capturing the essence of all that she sees
The sweat on her neck now cooled by the breeze
The dew on the grass and sun in the sky
Just she and her pen and swatting at flies

She tells the pages a story that’s  hers
and makes her backyard magic with words
Painting fairies and princes from flowers and trees
Penning perfection with grass-stained knees

My Love For You Is Real

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,

I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?

Why do I love you? I think and smile.

Because I know the list could run on for miles.

The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,

So many little things that make me love you so much.

The way you support me and help with my emotions,

The way that you show such devotion.

The way that you  fills me with desire,

And how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.

The way your eyes shine when you look at me,

Lost with you forever is where I want to be.

The way that I feel when you’re by my side,

A sense of completion and overflowing pride.

The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,

The possibilities I see and the things we can do.

How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,

How that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.

I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,

But all you really must know is my love for you is real.

By: Erica Nicole