The Scent Of A Woman

There was a good movie out that I enjoyed a while back

The title was the “Scent of a Woman”

Every now and then the title pops into mind when

I sense some titillating aroma coming from my wife.

Sometimes, if I am lucky, she will wear perfume that has gardenias in it.

Ah… Mon Ami, I feel just like Mr. Adams around Morticia, I want to grab her arm and kiss her all the way up to her neck.

In the morning when she leaves for work the bathroom always smells like hair spray.

I do not particularly like the smell but I am grateful that God always brings her home safely to me and she is there to leave the scent again the next day.

There is nothing quite like the smell of freshly baked bread to announce to the world that a woman is in her element, surpassed only by baby powder from a newborn. I can thank my wife for having been happily exposed me to both.

I can swear that on some mornings when she has a lot of chores for me to do around the house, she places a fan blowing the smell of freshly brewed coffee in to our bedroom where

I had planned to spend an hour or two snoozing.

I can tell when she has been bad. Peanuts are not usually on our diet list and I know immediately she has been cheating.

We both have enjoyed together the smell of Christmas trees and turkey roasting at the holidays. And let us not forget the fragrance of the family bar-b-que. Whenever these smells are in the air I know that my wife will be hustling and bustling around trying to get everything for everyone and making sure that everyone is happy.

I used to smoke but since I have quit a numbers of years back I can walk down the street and smell which house has smokers in it. Thank goodness my wife does not smell like cigarette smoke.

God forbid she sometimes does her nails in the house. Before applying the new polish, she removes the old with some sort of unspeakable chemical. The smell that I like most about this sorry occurrence in our household is that of the car exhaust as she drives off  to have her nails professionally done elsewhere across town.

I am not happy with my wife about the fact that the only time I smell chocolate cake or brownies cooking in her kitchen, is when we are expecting company.

I know when she has eaten too much and has an upset tummy, the odor of Tums or Rolaids are a dead give away every time.

I think my daughter talked Santa into buying my wife some aromatic bath bubbles for a stocking stuffer. What a great present idea. I love it when she comes out of the steamy bathroom with some squeaky clean apple or raspberry scent.

The main character in the movie I started to tell you about was blind so it became an obvious point of the movie that he loved the “Scent of a Woman” and I will have to admit, I do too.

Mikeb