Smells. Fragrances. Odors. Vikings.
I'm sure we have all gone through the olfactory triggered time machine that can transport to a place in the past so precise you are actually there for a moment... in your mind.
This is the place Kenny Chesney lives permanently and my jealously is boundless. As you all know Kenny rolls out country ballads that deal nearly exclusively with bygone eras and faded memories. I believe in my heart that he is able to accomplish this because he wears a perforated locket around his neck with very small clippings of his past - like his letterman's jacket, football field grass, and old prom photos wafting up into his nostrils and out his lyrical vocal chords.
Having recently purchased a new set of leather gloves, I naturally held them to my face and drew in a large whiff of their intoxicating aroma. I was instantly taken back to the day I wore my first leather jacket. Its heft and blackness and zippers were the closest thing I'd ever been to cool. Its leatheryness was overwhelming and I had visions of grandeur, of vikings in leather tunics braving the Arctic Sea, laughing at the thought of the Leviathan, dreaming of home and riches.
Let your nostrils guide you this day. Allow yourself to linger in the memories that you find there, in what was and what might have been.
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