When I was a kid in the UK we had a honeysuckle tree in the side garden next to the house. Anytime I smell it I am immediately transported back to the indian summers in the UK when I was younger and it didn't get dark until 9pm. Dusk.. I miss dusk.
Aww,
@shaydee I had this planted outside my bedroom window, and the pretty little hummingbirds loved this bush- and I have never seen another humming bird . It was magical, fairy birds waking me.
I have often wondered what this shrub is called, multicoloured pretty little flowers that smell lovely, like a cross between passion fruit and honey, distinctive scent, I can't help but pick a flower when I pass these bushes.
Others scents I find sentimental -
Mum, Crep De Chine, and Roses
Mum's perfume, I still have her empty bottle, her favourite
Real roses & violets and this perfume, = Mum
Dad = Dior
or
pacco rabanne
And I wear all of them, dad's in summer, mum's in winter, mostly.
And, the perfume 4711 - given to us as kids, with Dad's anecdote that the scent was named after the perfumer's children, ie their ages, 4; 7; and 11. Not true, it was the address of manufacturing the scent...
And sweet peas, my first bouquet at 10, from Dad
Melbourne has a smell, when I lived elsewhere for more than 20 years, when I landed in Melbourne a lovely damp earth and mowed grass smell would waft a welcome.
Spring in Tassie is delicious, so many cottage gardens, gardens brimming with climbing roses & pretty things.
