Scented Nectar

Singing in the Rain...

"What a glorious feelin', I'm happy again"

Most of the time, I associate walking in the rain with children; adults are less inclined. Children don't care about their clothes and hair getting soaked, or the bogged down wet shoes, or the makeup running down the face. They don't care how they look like a drowned rat when they are finished, or that there might not be any dry clothes to change into when they are done splashing. They simply stay in the moment, feeling the rain, tasting it, smelling the cleanness, jumping into puddles, delighting in the opportunity to play in water one more time.

Ahhh, to be so carefree again. To just not care about the adult thoughts that crowd in and prevent us from living more, enjoying more, relaxing more, laughing more... Is it possible to converge the two - the delights of childhood with a bit of the constraints of adulthood? Follow my line of thought with me. What if we allow ourselves to be like a child in an adult manner? Enjoy the fragrance of a spontaneous rain with my feet getting wet under an umbrella... Is that cheating, or is it acceptable? I think we each have to decide for ourselves.

Either way, I know that I love the smell of rain, even if I;m in the city. The fragrance of rain seems to be universal, no matter where I am. I find that odd. It seems like the rain odors would be diminished in the city as the rain needs to clean the air first, plus it has fewer natural plants to intermingle with. Perhaps I don't truly understand where the scent of rain originates from. But it certainly doesn't stop me from enjoying the bouquet!

Cigars!

This aroma is harder for me to define why I enjoy it. It's not nearly as common anymore, either. Yet it's interesting how scents and music have such powerful abilities to bring strong memories to our minds. This is one of them for me.

The very first time I remember smelling cigar aroma was in a shopping mall, of all places! I was shopping with friends, when one of my guy friends said he needed to get some rolling papers. He invited me along, and I agreed, mostly bcz I liked him (in retrospect, he must've liked me too). As we walked into the small shop, I was hit with a strong scent that I can only describe as masculine, powerful, and intoxicating. I was quite literally mesmerized by this smell. I don't know if it was a certain type of tobacco I was enjoying, or a combo of several. All I knew was that I didn't want to leave. My mind was racing, trying to come up with a reason to just stay in the store.

As my friend and I walked out, I remember glancing back at the store front, wanting to remember the name of the store. It seems silly now, bcz I had no intention of ever going back. But I wanted to take a piece of that fragrance with me somehow. To this day, I get the same overwhelming feeling with that odor. And to this day, I'm still puzzled as to why it captivates me so much.