I did not know that about vanilla extract. Good to know. The smell of vanilla extract reminds me of my grandmother. She'd go thru the kitchen on her way to church on Sunday morning, pull out the bottle of vanilla, and dab a little behind each ear.
I used to have a friend who lived in NYC. Every time I went to visit, he'd drag me off to the Aveda store, which he loved. They had little marble mortars filled with coffee beans on the shelves all around the shop. And the clerks insisted you sniff all the scents, and between each one they would hold the coffee beans up to your nose.
But I didn't mind. My friend had way too much money, and he'd buy me Aveda shampoo and fragrance and makeup. I became a little spoiled for anything less. :-)
Those two memories feel odd, juxtaposed in my brain. My frugal, country granny using vanilla extract as perfume, and my wealthy, Aveda-mad New York friend picking out expensive scents for me.
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Date: 2018-04-18 07:50 am (UTC)The smell of vanilla extract reminds me of my grandmother. She'd go thru the kitchen on her way to church on Sunday morning, pull out the bottle of vanilla, and dab a little behind each ear.
I used to have a friend who lived in NYC. Every time I went to visit, he'd drag me off to the Aveda store, which he loved. They had little marble mortars filled with coffee beans on the shelves all around the shop. And the clerks insisted you sniff all the scents, and between each one they would hold the coffee beans up to your nose.
But I didn't mind. My friend had way too much money, and he'd buy me Aveda shampoo and fragrance and makeup. I became a little spoiled for anything less. :-)
Those two memories feel odd, juxtaposed in my brain. My frugal, country granny using vanilla extract as perfume, and my wealthy, Aveda-mad New York friend picking out expensive scents for me.
Gods and goddesses, how the world turns!