The scent of a rose.
I got an enchanting new bottle of perfume. The scent really captivates me. I was saying half-jokingly to my friend the other day that I've claimed this scent -- it's now "my" signature fragrance to which others would recognise me by.But in fact, this scent isn't new at all. The reason why I have such an endearment to it is because this is my late grandmother's scent. Dusky, elegant rose.
As a child, I loved raiding my grandma's perfume cupboard. She was the only lady I knew who wore perfume, and certainly the only one who would let me play with her collection. She would let me keep some of the samples that came along with her new purchases -- a little vial to which I would treasure and keep always in my little "handbag". I would take it out occasionally, oh-so-carefully open the little plastic lid and lean closely to smell my grandma's scent, before quickly closing it again lest the smell should escape from my little vial.
Now, as I wear it again, it's like being in my grandma's bedroom, eyeing the exquisite bottles of glass again. I can almost hear my grandma calling me out because lunch was ready, calling me to put on a jumper before I caught a cold. I can almost hear the black and white Chinese soap opera playing in the background on the tv.
So as I told my friend about my "signature" scent, it occurred to me. If I were to keep wearing this scent, my granddaughter may also identify this dusky rose scent with me, her grandmother. And so the scent will be passed on, from my grandmother to me to my granddaughters and then onto theirs. Though as women, we may not pass on a family name, but we pass on our values, our morals, our sacrificing love, as my grandma showed me for the 20 years she was with me.
All of this encapsulated by this one scent. The scent of a rose.
posted by me. @ 10:23 AM
2 Comments:
I really miss ah por, I can relate too much to this post...
hey babe... yeah i miss her too. =(
thanks for leaving a msg... let's catch up soon.
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