Some years, I find the perfect Christmas gift. Some years, I don’t. I nailed it this year. PB opened the present from me and thought it was some stinky men’s cologne. Without even looking at the bottle, he thanked me and set it down. I smiled and said, “Oh, honey, that’s not men’s cologne. You’d better smell it.” With a curious look he lifted off the top and took a whiff. Immediately, his eyes got a far-away, glazed-over look and somebody said, “What’s wrong with dad?”
Here’s the rest of the story: In 1974, my brother was asked to lead the youth part of a weekend retreat at a church several hours away, so I went along for the ride. The first person I met when we arrived was the pastor’s cute sixteen year old son. In the following 48 hours, we got to know each other and flirted a little bit. Ok, a lot. Even at fourteen, I knew what I wanted in a guy — he had to have a strong faith in God, he had to sing, and he had to be good-looking. Check…..check……check. After the potluck dinner on Sunday afternoon, we exchanged addresses in the fellowship hall and promised to write. (I’m referring here to letters. No email, texts or Facebook chats. Gosh, I feel old suddenly.)
A flurry of mail went back and forth over the next few months. He used his best handwriting. I sprayed my envelopes with Emeraude. Hence, the far-away, glazed-over look this Christmas Eve.
Scent has a powerful connection to memory in our brains. The sense of smell is sometimes called “nasal nostalgia” because we have strong associations of past memories with certain scents. When God gave Moses instructions on building the tabernacle, He included a recipe for incense (Exodus 30:34-38) that was to be used exclusively at the place of worship. Just one whiff of that spicy fragrance, and the Israelites were aware that they were entering the presence of the Lord.
Just one whiff of Emeraude, and PB was back in 1974, falling in love with me.
Wow, that brings back memories! I remember you spraying your letters to Blake! What a sweet gift 🙂
What a great gift!
I LOVE Emeraude!! It’s what I wore when Mark and I were dating. In fact, in recent years, I looked all over for it, but could not find it. Then last year I finally found some and bought 3 packages. My how it brings back memories! There must be something about the Biddick girls using Emeraude to lure their men! (The question is……did I get you started on using Emeraude OR did Mom get both of us hooked on using it??? Seems to me that she used a perfume called Topaz, or something similar).
I’m sure I “borrowed” the perfume from my big sister… I thought I’d have to look high and low for it, but there it was…at Wal Mart!
I think there will be a post many years from now from one of the Masters girls about remembering “Mom’s smell” as she went off to a meeting. Ha ha… That scent will always remind me of Mom. Didn’t know it held special meaning for Aunt Dinah, too. 🙂 So good to see you and Anna yesterday!!!
you are a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it – I am sure it worked both ways! You two are a Great Team and we appreciate all that you both do at Emanuel! You have added LIFE to our people!
I know I can smell the scent–as wonderful memories of my mom come to me–she wore it often–thankyou–it warmed my heart greatly