Along my usual path to the gym there is a proudly kept garden surrounding a block of rather faceless council flats. As I was passing tonight, the freshest rosy and vanilla peach tea scents, hovered in the damp air, beckoning me to delve my curious nose further.
As in the picture, after intermittent showers, most of these papery flowers were now fragmenting, but if these creamy delicacies were breaking up, there was to replace them, an invisible, but powerful airy swirl of rose concentrate; Nature’s most prized ancient knowledge in molecular potion on release. A wonderful, and almost abrupt event, but this saturated privilege of perfectly formed nano-seconds made me feel liberated and real. When skies open and pour water on the earth, heavenly given fragrance is returned upwards in thanks. Through this short occurrence, I felt uplifted and a richer person for it. Perhaps just momentarily, I could also claim a heightened perception, an extra sensory awareness. All this, in the passing of a 3 second journey, such is the power of perfume from lightly showered roses. This was scentzing.
© 2014 La Floralie