Almond the very very most. Sheets hung on the line to dry. Ivory soap. Vanilla. Bleach, love love it. And although I don't like the smell I love catching a whiff of moth balls which will forever remind me of the closet at my great grannys farmhouse. She was amazing and I miss her so freakin much. The smell and taste of my dh's skin. Which never ceases to make me fall in love all over again with him.
5/17/11 at 3:23pm