When my husband proposed to me, he gently informed me that his housekeeper would also be living under our roof.
And he added that she ran a strict regime there.
I felt uneasy, as I couldn't excel in household matters.
And she was even a master of household management - and I was a novice.
But I got to know a neat older lady who offered me the familiar "Du" with her lovely North German intonation.
We took an instant liking to each other - and she patiently taught me many things about household and gardening.
No sign of a "strict regime" at all.
I enjoyed living with her in the big house - and she enjoyed my company too.
And I still fondly remember her Mouson Lavender scent, which radiated cleanliness, calm, and competence.
She advised me to sprinkle a few drops on my pillow - for a restful sleep.
And the tip worked.
Even today, I reach for lavender scents as a bedtime treat.
But the idea of her, associated with the scent, also calms me.
But today it’s no longer the "stagecoach" but Yardley Lavender - which also does its job.
That's almost like something out of a romantic book - how wonderful that it's an indescribably beautiful memory from real life! Simply dreamy! A heartfelt trophy for you.
I also associate wonderful memories with the scent of lavender, especially of my great-grandmother Rosalie, who always wore lavender (old-fashioned lavender) and would spray it on the pillows. Even today, the smell calms me instantly. I always have a bottle of Yardley Lavender on my nightstand...
I'm still on the hunt for a true lavender scent... Is this the one? All the lavenders I have are spiced up with many other notes, like many Caron examples.
But I guess I married the "wrong" man for that ; )