WEDNESDAY · THE RECLAIMING
There was a smell that used to mean you.
A perfume, or a particular soap, or something you wore for so long that the people who loved you stopped noticing it and would have noticed immediately if it were gone.
It arrived in the room slightly before you did. Someone could walk into your empty kitchen and know you had been there an hour earlier.
Then at some point it stopped. Maybe the bottle ran out and you did not replace it, or the company stopped making it, or you decided somewhere along the way that it belonged to occasions rather than Wednesdays.
And now you smell like the house. Whatever soap is in the shower, whatever detergent is on sale, the shared shampoo that belongs to everybody.
It went the way your name went. Absorbed into the household until nothing in the room says you specifically.
Nothing about you is announced anymore. You move through your own home without a trace.
Scent is worth taking seriously, more than we usually do. It is the sense most directly wired to memory, which is why a stranger's perfume in a shop can put you back in 1994 without warning.
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It is also the only ornament that is genuinely private. Nobody has to see it, nobody comments on it, and it does not require you to be looked at in order to enjoy it.
That makes it close to perfect for a woman who has trouble justifying pleasures that anyone might notice. You can wear it to do the laundry and it costs nobody anything.
So this week, get a smell back. Find the old one if it still exists, and if it does not, go stand in front of the tester bottles and choose a new one on nothing but whether you like it.
Not for an event. Not for anyone.
Put it on for a Tuesday when nothing is happening and you are going nowhere. That is precisely the point.
THE RECLAMATION LIST
Things worth remembering about having a scent of your own:
Arriving in a room slightly before you get there.
A smell that belongs to you rather than to the household.
The pleasure of it lasting all day where only you can notice.
Choosing something on no basis whatsoever except that you like it.
A LETTER TO THE WOMAN YOU WERE
To the woman who let the last bottle run out and never replaced it: you did not decide to stop smelling like yourself. It simply came off the list one year and never went back on. Put it back on the list.
See you tomorrow.
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