Are there certain smells that arouse memories and emotions for you? It’s amazing how a scent can be embedded in your DNA. For me, lavender is a trigger scent. I am not sure I ever really smelled lavender until I studied in Southern France. The streets in my little town were lined with tourists shops filled with lavender and the country side was filled with lavender fields. Fast forward to my married life, we spend our honeymoon in Southern France so once again wonderful memories accented with sweet lavender.
Not all processed lavender gives the same pure aroma. Candles usually have added essential oils and lotions never get
I can remember taking this picture...I thought it was so funny that they hung their dungarees out of the window for everyone to see!!!
it right. Lavender should be a subtle scent. It shouldn’t overpower. So I decided to make my own lavender water to give a little je ne sais quoi to my laundry! 2 cups of water, 3 tbsp of vodka (yes vodka…how could this go wrong…vodka makes everything better) and 15 drops of lavender oil. Mix vodka and oil. Then add water. Seal in airtight container and let it rest for 2 weeks in a cool, dark location. So in two weeks, I’ll have a little piece of Provence right here in Gvegas!
You can try it for yourself with your favorite oil. What scents are memory triggers for you?
Why is it that all of the things that are so fabulous in France are not nearly as fabulous here in the U.S. or are completely unavailable? For instance, boullabaisse: I have NEVER had boullabaisse in the U.S. that tastes like it does in France. I’ve even followed the same recipe that my french “mom” prepared for us…not the same. How about Nutella…surely it is the same. Nope…not the same without the delish french baguette. French wine…not even close….in America it has sulfites.
So when faced with selecting a look for my new hardwood floors, I, of course, should have known better than to try to replicate those beautiful, aged, gray, rich, rugged, weathered french oak floors that I grew to love in France. But I didn’t…I tried to replicate. And it almost worked. We tried to match the old and new and it was a disaster.
Time to let go of dreams…I decided that if I couldn’t have what I wanted…we’d go to the other end of the spectrum and I chose a really really really dark stain. In the end, it will look fantastic- especially with the white cabinets, wool skein walls and ticking striped accents.
I guess I will save my fabulous french floors for my house in Provence (that I’ll purchase when I win the lottery)!