The sense of smell is pretty amazing.
Just one whiff of the scent of "rose" and I am transported back to my Grandmother's house where I stand in her bathroom snooping around in her make-up cabinet! I would open up the jar of rose scented hand cream, pink and silky, and I'd smell deeply. Sometimes I fear I sniffed so long I wound up getting some on my nose! I must admit though, I liked it when that happened because it made the smell last longer. I was always nervous about being "caught", even though I know she didn't mind.
I digress. Grandma loves the smell of roses. She even planted a number of varieties in their spacious back yard. Avon and other companies have tried to capture the smell of an actual rose, but there's a difference in the scent that they bottle. Have you noticed? Whenever I smell it, it's that bottled smell that always makes me think of her.
I wonder if she knew how much I loved them, or how fond my memories when I smell the scent of rose. I know this was unintentional on her part, but I'm sure glad that I have these memories from visiting her house. It make me reflective and excited to plan for what I hope my grandchildren remember me by!