If you have been around here long enough you would know that I am very fond of good smells.
I seem to remember smells more than faces sometimes. I can remember my first visit to Lush, when it was only in Covent Garden in London, it's downstairs in a cobble stone alley and the smells as I walked to it were magnetic. I was just drawn to this shop and stayed there for ages.
I know the smell of Nivea cream because of the stories my good friend and old house mate Lizzie used to tell me about what the Nivea cream smell meant to her. If I ever smell it, I think of her. I wonder if she remembers.
Nightclubs in my early 20s smell of men (boys) wearing Cool Water Aftershave and girls with Calvin Klein perfumes.
My Dad's ute is the only thing that still has his smell to it. But the memory glands that live up my nose can smell the lamb curry he used to make and the wet wool of the jumpers that mum knitted him when I was a teenager.
So what is the best smell in the world. That's easy.
It's the smell of happiness.
You know what it smells like. You might have to close your eyes and think about it, but you will be able to smell it. It might be coriander on the dish you served for friends or the smell of mud from a dam when you were yabbying. The smell might be that of your favourite red wine or your grandma's perfume, it could be citronella candles to keep the mozzies away and it could be a big swirl of all these smells at the same time.
Happiness smells good.
Like a marshmallow melting on a stick or the sweaty baby you are breastfeeding. It is the little bit of smoke after your kids blow out the candles and make a wish on their birthday cake or the clean crisp sun dried sheets on your bed. It's the fresh biscuits out of the oven when you walk into a friends house the smell of a book that has just been printed, or the smell of an old book dusty from the shelf with pages thick and well worn.
Whatever it is for you, when you smell these things your insides smile and that is where you find the best smell in the world.