I walked into a gas station the other day and it had a soft undertone of stale smoke. This is not most people’s favorite smell, whether you smoke or not….. but if I am being really honest…. I love it.
Just like photographs, smells can take you back in time. I am very much a non-smoker, yet, as a little girl I would ride in my grandmother’s big boat of a car. I remember blonde frizzy curls ( I never brushed my hair) brushing my shoulders and my big blue eyes taking in the coolest thing I had ever seen. You see, in that smokey smelling car, hidden in the glove box was a little thingy that you could put quarters, dimes & nickles in. Loonies & toonies didn’t exist. You would push the black button down & shove your coin in. It was ever so fancy in my world.
Second only to that, was the incredible smell of her car. It didn’t smell like my parent’s car…ok, who am I kidding….big blue giant van & when I was in her car driving down country roads, I felt so special. I was my grandmother’s little cowgirl with the leather horse shaped purse that she bought me & she was my tender, sweet grandma with the world’s best laugh who owned a small town bar with endless free pop for me. I always thought that her car smelled of “new car” smell because she kept it so clean. Only as an adult did I realise that it wasn’t “new car” smell at all. Never the less, I loved it all the same.
Truth be told, if they sold an air freshener for cars that smelled like old, stale smoke. I would without a doubt hang it in my SUV, breathe in deeply, and hear her joyful laugh.
More of this engagement shoot to come soon.