I just love how my skin smells after a day of baking. Its a strong combo of cinnamon, dark dark chocolate, cardamom, orange blossom (no idea where that comes from) and a strong whiff of something else that I just cannot seem to place. Its floral yet so spicy that it seems impossible. I actually would not mind going through life smelling like this every day. This, for me is the smell of happiness.
Yes, I do have a very sensitive nose.
Speaking of noses and smells, I've always wondered. Why is there an astounding amount of perfume that smell like food? Most of them are so fruity that I am worried that they may attract fruit bats. Or worse, bees and monkeys. Some even smell like chocolate and not in a good way. Before long, they might even invent a perfume that smells like burito or kiribath for all I know. Makes me wonder, are men attracted to women smelling like food? Let's ignore the fact that it is very generally, very conventionally, very typically believed that the way into a man's heart is through his stomach (or in the much lower regions in their anatomy for that matter) but seriously, would anyone be attracted by another human being who smells like food? Personally, I don't go for fruity smells nor the perfumes that smell like food on myself or another. Spices are another thing, I go gaga if I happened to catch a whiff of spicy on a man, for example Old Spice. But otherwise I go for floral or practical sexy scents on women and oceanic, spicy or woody on a man. But fruits? No way. If anyone knows the answer as to if and why people are attracted to other people who smell like food, please let me know.
I should maybe start a perfume line, create the kind of perfumes that I like. I have the nose for it, so why not! But then, I have more interests than there is time for already, so will have to think about this one.
Speaking of perfume, I stumbled across the following para from "Perfume Collector" a book that I've been reading recently. This I can so relate to.
"You see, nothing is more immediate, more complete than the sense of smell. In an instant, it has the power to transport you. Your olfactory sense connects not to the memory itself, but to the emotion you felt when that memory was made. It's poetry, in its most immediate form." I have no choice but to nod my head vigorously in agreement.
Speaking of books, George RR, I understand that anticipation is sexy, and I quite like the game. But too much of waiting kills all the excitement and waiting for "Winds of Winter" is bordering on irritation right now. You better pop that one out soon. Its taken way too long and I am getting impatient.
On a different note, what is it with this HEAT???? I am positive that my flesh is being charred from the inside and in my head, I imagine my skin being roastedlike crackling, splitting from the inside. Brain matter will be bubbling away in their own fluids and other internal organs will be simmering away in boiling blood (am I being too disgusting here?) Anyways, it doesn't matter. The heat is so exhausting that all you want is to just immerse yourself in a large tub of water and wait for it to pass.
Oh and I am writing at a rate again. I think the muses have awakened once more and with a vengeance.
Despite the heat, we managed to crawl our way to the Punchi Theatre yesterday for Stigmata's video launch for "On the wings of the storm". And the crawl was very much worth it! An amazing night of amazing music and good fun. And a powerful and a haunting video it was too. The only complaint is that the night ended way too soon and it felt weird going home at 10.30 in the night. It was after sometime that Stigs had performed. And it was like meeting an old friend, so near and dear to the heart.
All in all a good weekend. And again starts another working week tomorrow. Gaaah!!is an understatement.
Yes, I do have a very sensitive nose.
Speaking of noses and smells, I've always wondered. Why is there an astounding amount of perfume that smell like food? Most of them are so fruity that I am worried that they may attract fruit bats. Or worse, bees and monkeys. Some even smell like chocolate and not in a good way. Before long, they might even invent a perfume that smells like burito or kiribath for all I know. Makes me wonder, are men attracted to women smelling like food? Let's ignore the fact that it is very generally, very conventionally, very typically believed that the way into a man's heart is through his stomach (or in the much lower regions in their anatomy for that matter) but seriously, would anyone be attracted by another human being who smells like food? Personally, I don't go for fruity smells nor the perfumes that smell like food on myself or another. Spices are another thing, I go gaga if I happened to catch a whiff of spicy on a man, for example Old Spice. But otherwise I go for floral or practical sexy scents on women and oceanic, spicy or woody on a man. But fruits? No way. If anyone knows the answer as to if and why people are attracted to other people who smell like food, please let me know.
I should maybe start a perfume line, create the kind of perfumes that I like. I have the nose for it, so why not! But then, I have more interests than there is time for already, so will have to think about this one.
Speaking of perfume, I stumbled across the following para from "Perfume Collector" a book that I've been reading recently. This I can so relate to.
"You see, nothing is more immediate, more complete than the sense of smell. In an instant, it has the power to transport you. Your olfactory sense connects not to the memory itself, but to the emotion you felt when that memory was made. It's poetry, in its most immediate form." I have no choice but to nod my head vigorously in agreement.
Speaking of books, George RR, I understand that anticipation is sexy, and I quite like the game. But too much of waiting kills all the excitement and waiting for "Winds of Winter" is bordering on irritation right now. You better pop that one out soon. Its taken way too long and I am getting impatient.
On a different note, what is it with this HEAT???? I am positive that my flesh is being charred from the inside and in my head, I imagine my skin being roastedlike crackling, splitting from the inside. Brain matter will be bubbling away in their own fluids and other internal organs will be simmering away in boiling blood (am I being too disgusting here?) Anyways, it doesn't matter. The heat is so exhausting that all you want is to just immerse yourself in a large tub of water and wait for it to pass.
Oh and I am writing at a rate again. I think the muses have awakened once more and with a vengeance.
Despite the heat, we managed to crawl our way to the Punchi Theatre yesterday for Stigmata's video launch for "On the wings of the storm". And the crawl was very much worth it! An amazing night of amazing music and good fun. And a powerful and a haunting video it was too. The only complaint is that the night ended way too soon and it felt weird going home at 10.30 in the night. It was after sometime that Stigs had performed. And it was like meeting an old friend, so near and dear to the heart.
All in all a good weekend. And again starts another working week tomorrow. Gaaah!!is an understatement.
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