Mothers are often our first point of reference when it comes to perfume. It never ceases to amaze me how people can forget what they had for breakfast yesterday but remember exactly how their mother smelled to them when they were four. It often moves me to read comments on my blog where posters nostalgically muse about scents of their much missed mothers, or even the much missed years of their childhood.
One thing I admire about my own mother is that she always tried a different scent. She has by turns, worn Louis Feraud by Avon, YSL Rive Gauche, Paloma Picasso, Chanel No 5, Estee Lauder Knowing, Dior Dune and several late great Avons that I cannot name but would immediately recognise.
Today she favours Avon Soft Musk, Body Shop White Musk, Tweed and Dana Tabu, which I introduced her to and which smells terrific on her. She doesn’t very often like anything I like, but she has always been interested in perfume, wearing it every day, and that in turn, has made it part of my ordinary day to day life.
My son asked me “When is Kid’s Day?” and I said “every day is Kid’s Day”.
Dear Mum, thank you for having me.