The scent of an old life

Here I am in Nelson, staying with friends and getting ready for my first big¬†Moving Sale this coming Saturday morning.¬† I’m a bit nervous- but Oh So Ready to let go¬†of my old life¬†so I can be liberated to go back and commence my beautiful new one in Grasse.¬†¬† It’s very interesting to be in my storage locker after a year and a half away- the scent there is so familiar- essential oils, cocoa butter plus all the other more personal scents of me (clothes, linens etc) ¬†that I associate so strongly with who I was before I left.¬† But now I don’t resonate with them-¬†because I and my current life smell different- I am different.¬†I recognize the scent as me, but not me now. ¬†It’s fascinating really and makes it easy to let it all go.¬†I’m really experiencing all this as a scent/memory/associative adventure¬†and because of that, am finding it quite complex¬†emotionally and otherwise.¬†That said, I feel like¬†an observer more than I ever have before- simply taking¬†it all in and feeling what¬†is evoked.¬†I suppose this is what it is to live life as a perfumer!¬† After all we must be completely open to all smells and therefore all experiences as they arise.¬† This is what a perfumer told me recently in the gardens of the soon to open Perfume Museum in Grasse- ‘you must be open to everything’.¬†