Spiral notebook

A bits and peices story written in a Prose Poetry kind of styke

Shed been on this perfume kick. She thought to call it a bender. But all and all she liked wood, best. I guess because she grew up in the mountains. Douglas Fir all around. It smelled like Christmas all the time.
And then there were the 70 's when everyone smelled like Patchouli. She liked that. She loved to embrace her inner hippy.
So she always looked for Patchouli to be one of the heart notes.
When she was a young mom she loved Avons Skin so Soft. When the bottle ran out she'd order more. Her daughter by the time she was half grown and critical, knowing everything said she smelled like bug spray. And later she learned some people used it for that.
At the Golden Age of sixty, weeing Sandlewood and Patchouli, she was told again by a friend who wanted her to act her age. Phhhht.
Oh she liked some floral like Jasmin or Nag Champa, but they always had to be balanced with the earthiness of wood.
Quite appropriate for a lady over come with Water, and one one little planet in Earth. Capricorn, in the sixth house.