“the house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.” // n. gaiman
i can’t deny that i’m lead by this internal, and totally irrational override; my senses have won over logic, and over reason.
perhaps it’s because my star sign is ruled by venus, and should therefore adore beauty, comfort, luxury… food. perhaps it’s tied to memory, perhaps it’s a ballast to hold on to – a sense that keeps me still, and safe – perhaps it’s because i really like cinnamon and citrus. perhaps it’s all about food. perhaps.
all i know – is that if it’s slightly familiar, and brings with it feeling of cool calm, chances are i’ll dab a bit behind my ears and elbows – then wonder why i’m craving apple pie à la mode.
➝ source : tea perfume via commodity goods
➝ source : cinnamon bark cologne spray via demeter
➝ source : vanilla marble via agonist