On my way back to school yesterday, in Fujisawa ( you could see Fuji-san today, when I took this picture ), I was pristinely unscented as is humanly possible.
Every work garment, from coat, to suit, freshly washed. Brand new shirt and sweater. Shampoo: a rosemary and geranium organic affair that leaves no perfumed residue. Body: generic soap and then eucalyptus bath: tonic, regenerative – but evaporative.
Waiting on the train platform, complimenting myself on my relative smellinvisibilty (ideal for the Japanese workplace) I suddenly felt disturbed. Nude. Balded. Peculiarly vulnerable.
I couldn’t stand it. And with just a couple of tiny, tiny spritzes on the back of each hand ( Guerlain Mandarine Basilic, because let’s be realistic), I felt like a black and white colour-by-numbers; coming back to life.
Just a hint of scent, at the borders of my periphery, and I felt more natural. Like a lens, coming into focus.