Smells bring beautiful memories of biking to Japanese tea garden in Golden Gate Park and sitting down to admire Cherry blossom trees, the waitress would sit down a little tea cup with Jasmine tea which was all l could afford but l loved going there. The smell of the tea epitomized the beauty of the view.
Those funky clove cigarettes l puffed on as a teenager. Certain incense l love. Leather seats in older cars. Polo cologne for men. French bread that my mom baked. Those Japenese erasers that had a fruity like smell for kids. My friend's body. Girl scout cookies when you just opened the package. Wet dogs after they come in from a soggy day. Pine trees. Barbeque anything. Christian Dior Diorella. Channel No 5. Pumpkin anything- candles, pie, bread. When the season changed in San Francisco, Golden Gate Park would have different smells.
Those funky clove cigarettes l puffed on as a teenager. Certain incense l love. Leather seats in older cars. Polo cologne for men. French bread that my mom baked. Those Japenese erasers that had a fruity like smell for kids. My friend's body. Girl scout cookies when you just opened the package. Wet dogs after they come in from a soggy day. Pine trees. Barbeque anything. Christian Dior Diorella. Channel No 5. Pumpkin anything- candles, pie, bread. When the season changed in San Francisco, Golden Gate Park would have different smells.