I had no idea that your grief over your mom's death prompted you to ask that this group be formed! That was something truly tangible and very worthwhile.

I lost a very close friend a few years back and this group provided me with the support and love that I needed.

Thank you for giving me a safe haven when I needed it most.

Jim smoked.

i could smell him before i saw him. back then, you could smoke in the hospital.
it was a bad break, so i saw a lot of him.

tobacco candles, maybe they have apple ones out there.

a sweet perfume, but i never could place it. realized a while back what it was- gardenias. my da.
the only plant i ever saw him kill, tho he kept them going for a couple years..
i need to get 1 or 2.

but I also keep a bottle of it around to remember the scent of my misspent youth.

I don't keep anything my mother wore. She was a heavy smoker whose sense of smell was blunted and who tended to overuse. Her favorites still make me a bit queasy.

Still, it's not as bad as getting onto a hospital elevator on a hot, muggy day in early July. All the newly minted interns were there, all wearing their graduation after shave and cologne, the clashing combination with a distinct undertone of eau de bug spray. By the end of July they'd all been puked on, so it didn't last long.

Patchouli is different, it reminds me of a time when I was young and thought all things were possible. I didn't know how improbable they were or that I'd spend a lifetime crushed under the fat arses of corporate conservatism and religious dumbfuckery. Still, it has the smell of freedom to me. Or maybe just the smell of youthful exuberance. It's a good one, either way.

She liked the scent, which is quite distinctive, and wore perfume containing it when we kids were growing up so it always reminds me of her. Just like lilacs remind me of the house I grew up in because we used to have a big lilac bush on the side of the house.

Seriously powerful. I believe it.

Here you go:





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But my spouse smoked until the day they died.

To this day the smell of cigarette smoke brings back great memories. I love the smell. They say ex-smokers usually hate the smell of cigarettes. But I love it....

Thanks for or starting this forum.