Fragrance II

Lapsang souchong and Russian Caravan teas remind me of

sitting by a campfire.  The smokiness of the tea just permeates the air.
They are rich black teas that have been smoked over a wood fire.
A dear friend loved this tea and each time I sip this tea I am reminded of her.

Grandpa's tobacco smoke resonates so strongly in my mind.
When I inherited his roll top desk and opened it the first time,
the desk still had the fragrance of my Grandfather.  I still sometimes
expect to smell it when I sit down at this desk, instead I smell chocolate. 
Smiling, as this is where you will find my stash.
oh hello, Joey!  sweet fragrance of you cuddling in my lap each morning at the desk.

The fragrance of cinnamon and nutmeg brings images of apple pies shared so often and made
by my aunts, cousins, and myself over the years.
There was a friendly competition as to who made the best pie.

Oh the nuzzle of sweetness when you hold a newborn baby, there is nothing like it.


Then there is the fragrance of the heart when you first embrace someone you love or receive a special smile.
Some people just permeate a fragrance by their gentle spirit and smile.
Fragrance and memories walk hand in hand.
Sweetness to my soul.

Loving your shared stories of fragrance and memories.