Do not fear! This is not going to be a TMI post.
I got into this habit around the time I started the blog, because I had so many perfumes to try for reviewing, and such an enthusiasm for the topic, that I figured it was a waste of time and skin space to spend half the time of each day unscented.
When I went to sleep wearing perfume, I soon discovered how much I loved it.
Falling asleep on a soft cloud of fragrance surrounding me is wonderful. The darkness enhances my sense of smell and with every movement, my perfume circumvents my consciousness and delivers a little puff of wellbeing directly to my brain, or soul, however you want to call it.
Every night I go to my little (okay, large-ish) box of samples, or the bottles currently in rotation and choose a sleep scent.
Usually I know exactly what I need. Incense is high on the list of favored notes for the night and so is Iris, both are calming and clearing my head. But there are also nights when I crave Shalimar or Tolu or some other oriental, that warms me up and satisfies a craving for something sweet.
Before I go to sleep, I go to my older sons room and sit him on the potty, to avoid nightly accidents. He mostly stays asleep during the whole thing, but in his half asleep and dazed condition he always snuggles into my throat and sniffs, then grunts peacefully. I love the thought that this is creating some powerful olfactory memories of his mother that stay with him for life.
When I move in my sleep, I get a whiff now and again.
When I have to get up because the baby is crying, I smell it.
It always makes me smile. It makes me feel comforted.
Getting into the habit of wearing a Scent of the Night, was a good thing. I wouldn’t want to miss it anymore.
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