Monday, August 19, 2013

scent in literature

"I knew this one guy, massive 'rhoidasaurus, he'd been a professional wrestler before war.  We were walking up the freeway near Pulaski, New York, when the wind picked up the scent of a jackknifed big rig.  It'd been loaded with bottles of perfume, nothing fancy, just cheap, strip mall scent.  He froze and started bawlin' like a kid.  Couldn't stop.  He was a monster with a two grand body count, an ogre who'd once picked up a G(houl) and used it as a club for hand-to-hand combat. Four of us had to carry him out on a stretcher. We figured the perfume must have reminded him of someone.  We never found out who."             
                                                                             (from World War Z by Max Brooks)

Has anyone else read this book?  I really liked it - and had to read it before I see the movie.  Because if I don't read a book before I see the movie, chances are I won't read the book. 

I'm finally wearing perfume more than one day a week!  Yeehaw!   I have been testing a few things, and I continue to wear Le Labo Labdanum 18 and Les Nereides Patchouli Antique a lot lately.  I went to a dinner party the other night and put on some Ineke After My Own Heart, which was quite nice as most of our time was spent in our friends' beautiful garden. Even though lilacs are no longer in bloom, it kind of felt right.

Summer is winding down, and I have been doing a bit of canning - mostly pickles and jams.  The weather has been cool for August, which is so very nice, and one of the reasons I'm wearing perfume more often.

(a bowl of snapdragon blossoms, which has nothing to do with this post other than I like the photo!)