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Grandma Has Done the Laundry
With the first spray, a memory rushes back to me. Grandma has just done the laundry, and the white clothes are hanging early in the morning, before it gets really warm, on the clothesline in the little garden. A few dandelions and daisies break through the green of the lawn, and a gentle breeze caresses the laundry. This memory lingers for quite a while, until after 1-2 hours the simplicity of the scent fades, and the fragrance becomes creamier and more complex. It then feels elegant and mature. The laundry is no longer there; it’s more like a dreamy afternoon in a quiet yet upscale café. There is still no rush, no reason to get up. One enjoys the rest of the day in harmony with oneself.
