At the workshop on metaphor in ritual and sympathetic magic we were asked to to say our favourite smell among other things. I have tremendous trouble choosing my favourite thing in any category. I like too many things. One colour? One book? One movie? One anything? There are too many lovely things to appreciate in the world. Maybe it’s because I’m a gemini or have sensory ADD but no way.
So here is a list of my favourite smells, in no particular order:
Bacon, popcorn or coffee in the AM. I love the smell of coffee and I hate the taste.
Freshly mown grass
fallen leaves in fall
my grandmother’s solid perfume (it smelled green)
Cam’s old tshirts
the Angeles National Forest
my healing & Treesong incense
fresh baked bread
Hot glass and hot silver – forge smells
my kitty when she hasn’t just been in her box
First morning of the Ren Faire
And probably oh, so many others