sugarysex

The olfactory system we humans possess constantly fascinates me.  I’ll never know this for fact, but I’ve held the belief since I was a kid that my personal nasal nerves hold the kind of strength that not everyone possesses.  The slightest wisp of any essence can produce in my brain the most fantastic visions and stir up some incredible memories.  Some scents make me melt and feel I can linger there and be safe forever.  The way the skin on my husband’s neck smells is one of them.  Another would have to be the aroma that wafts from my infant niece’s head.

Summer produces some of the most marvelous if not sensual scents.  I can smell honey when I pass an area thick with wildflowers, in particular clover and milkweed.  I also love the way one’s body smells after being out in the sun covered with suntan lotion.  But the best scents of this season are the sugary, sexy, almost erotic smells of summer fruit.  Walk into a summer fruit stand and tell me you don’t get aroused by the smell.  Sugar in heat.  Last night I was prepping cherries and plums for a fabulous chilled soup I’ve been making the past couple of summers and  nearly got high when I opened up the bag of plums.  I brought the bag over to my husband in the other room, placed it under his face and said something to the effect: “Stick your face in that and tell me it doesn’t smell like hot, sticky, summer sex.”  He agreed…

~ by dirtworshipper on July 20, 2007.