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Mariann's musings

posted on 31 May 2011

Mariann's musings Why does Everything have to Smell so Awfully Nice?

Time was when women only wore perfume on special occasions and men none at all.
Oh for those heady days. The husband was given a present of aftershave once by the middle son, but as he had a full beard at the time it became a bit of a family joke and I truly believe that a man should come to bed only smelling of toothpaste.
Now everything is perfumed to the hilt, sickeningly so. Asthma inducing so for me. I gasp throughout nights spent in my local pub, days out shopping and especially in other peoples' cars where they hang strange little fir trees which exude noxious fumes.
I cough and splutter in houses drenched in plug-ins and room fresheners which waft as I pass. What happened to opening a window for fresh air? Something I have to do if wishing to use chemicals in my kitchen in order to cleanse it as thoroughly as the adverts tell me is needed.
On going to the departure gate at my local airport I take a deep breath and hold it while passing through the perfumery department. At least they don't spray indiscriminately these days as I would constitute that as an assault. And don't mention the amount of perfume, or the heinous body spay, air hostesses seem to feel the need to wear. Pass me the oxygen mask please.
I hunt for perfume and alcohol-free toiletries in supermarkets, usually tucked away on the bottom shelves, as everyone seems to feel the need to Smell Awfully Nice. And washing powders defy belief. I am torn between my clothes, smalls and bedding smelling of vanilla, strawberry etc. Surely they should be confined to yoghurts. I have dried lavender from my garden in my closets so have no need for extra manufactured perfume, which nauseates me.
Perhaps I stand alone in this need not to have awfully nice smells adorning my house, body and life. Should I become a total recluse, only shopping via the internet and having my windows open night and day? Answers on an unperfumed card please.

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