can’t smell the roses?
ha. if there was ever a metaphor for modern life it's this- roses losing their scent.
posted by jmorrison on 09/24 | permalink | send entry

i am an habitual flower-smeller. i will pause under apple blossoms, hover over daffodils, crane for pears,  and bury my face in lilacs (if i were king of the world, i would decree that most of the year it would be late may-early june when the lilacs are in bloom and the weather not too hot yet). often i am disappointed by the antiseptic absence of any smell at all. very few rosos satisfy me, and i would rather find some with a good smell than a huge blossom. salt-spray roses might be the best; after the blooms, those redolent blooms, pass on, they give a second gift of rose hips, the berry-like seed pods that you find in that herbal tea. i would rather a bad-smelling flower than none at all (except for eucalyptus, those martian-looking brown things that people abandon in entry hallways, to gather dust and stink the place out like old christmas wreaths gone to rot, and they look as bad as they smell; what is the fucking point of those? to make your guests think they’ve wandered into a crypt?) i almost forgot to mention honeysuckle; not only does it smell heavenly, you can pull the flower off and get a drop of nectar on your tongue.

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