Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Fragrances.

Its amazing how the smell of something can take you back somewhere special. For better or worse. Like, if there were a time portal somewhere I bet you it has something to do with scent and how things smell. Like for example, look at coffee. For the people whom love it, that fresh aroma might remind you of waking up at home in the morning as a kid and yawning on your way to getting that first bowl of crunch berries. Or fruity pebbles, corn flakes, etc. Whatever your favorite part of a nutritious breakfast is. Anyways, what I'm saying is its like a time warp. Its comforting. However, for people that don't like that smell it could also be scary. Imagine you go down into the kitchen, you smell that coffee and boom its the 1980's. You look down, you're rocking the mullet, keyboard necktie, checkerboard vans... then you look in the mirror and scream like Cosmo Kramer said he just gave you blood.


Funny gods don't like crazy.

Jerry Seinfeld and Michael Richards on TV's Seinfeld.
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Just kidding! Seinfeld began in 1990. In the 80's it'd be more like Ozzy Osbourne, Twisted Sister or members of W.A.S.P. Now, if you woke up looking like one of *those* three from that era then you'd have bigger problems than the smell of coffee in the morning. The best part about it if you were turned into a kid and nobody knew was that then you could stay home from work and watch TV reruns all damn day. The only other programs back then that came on during the day were soap operas and infomercials. Just don't eat too much good stuff if that time warp coffee were an issue or you'd turn into a fetus. You wouldn't wanna go downtown where I lived. It was a college town. Coffee shops on every corner. Smell the wrong coffee blend and you could wind up in the jungles of Africa. At night. Smell a good one and you could wind up at a luau in Waikiki. Now I don't know about you but I don't like watching Nature of Omaha's Wild Kingdom even talking about certain parts of Africa in the daytime. Especially no damn wild safari. Imagine smelling coffee then next being a Gazelle just grazing in the grass when a full grown Lion gets hungry? Next thing you know you'd be galloping off like oh shit, this dude wants my ass for dinner! Even if he just wore an ascot and all he "wanted was to do was talk" then you'd still stand a better chance in prison. Now I'm just saying, there's a good and bad in everything and I'm glad things are the way they go now. Its just real nice to me that you can smell something good and for it fresh ideas can percolate right alongside the blend you're brewing. We are, for that reason alone, a lucky country to be in. For one thing it don't turn you prepubescent. For another, it could be worse. Ask that Gazelle still running in Africa.


Getting out of bed for all the wrong reasons.

Tim Curry and members of the cast from Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975.)
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3 comments:

  1. All sorts of scents and fragrances trigger some kind of memory. I for one love soothing smells like lavender, eucalyptus, woodsy scents. I also have a favourite perfume, which drives many crazy. I don't like heavy perfumes or colognes that walk into a room before the body actually passes through the threshold. They give me a headache. Comfort scents like apple pie, cinnamon go along well with winter and comfort foods, traditions from the past, family and all those wonderful times when I was taking care of my small family. I'm a nurturer and truly take pride in my cooking, and hearth. We all have scents, sounds and songs that emit triggers on the brain. That's life! Our minds remember everything for the good or bad.

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  2. Awesome! Hahaha, I don't know that even have a reply for that. :)

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  3. The smeel of a cheese burger on the grill always takes me back to the summers of my youth, watching my dad play in fastball tourneys. aah, good times indeed!

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