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
potting soil
fallen leaves in fall
snow
spring wind
the ocean
my grandmother’s solid perfume (it smelled green)
Cam’s old tshirts
violets
lavendar
amber
osmanthus
lemons
the Angeles National Forest
incense cedars
my healing & Treesong incense
old books
my friends
fresh baked bread
cinnamon
Hot glass and hot silver – forge smells
my kitty when she hasn’t just been in her box
First morning of the Ren Faire
redwoods
tangerines
roses
And probably oh, so many others