Stranger in a Strange Land
Signs
When I was growing up we used to take biannual trips to St. Louis to see my grandparents. One of the things I remember very vividly about their two-story colonial is the smell of the honeysuckle bushes along their sidewalk. My mom taught me to break them open and lick the inside to taste the sweet honey nectar. It is such a distinctive smell that I don’t think I smelled honeysuckle again until I moved to Austin. In the summer there are honeysuckle bushes that line the hill up to our apartment complex and on my walks with Easton the smell would hit me and instantly take me back. Crazy how strong smell is tied to memories. Anyway, the point of all of this was that since this summer I’ve wanted to reproduce that smell with some honeysuckle candles and haven’t found any I love. Today I got this email from Pier one to let me know they are on sale, and yesterday I got $40 in rewards to spend at Pier one. IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS PEOPLE.
Anyone else love honeysuckle this much?

Signs

When I was growing up we used to take biannual trips to St. Louis to see my grandparents. One of the things I remember very vividly about their two-story colonial is the smell of the honeysuckle bushes along their sidewalk. My mom taught me to break them open and lick the inside to taste the sweet honey nectar. It is such a distinctive smell that I don’t think I smelled honeysuckle again until I moved to Austin. In the summer there are honeysuckle bushes that line the hill up to our apartment complex and on my walks with Easton the smell would hit me and instantly take me back. Crazy how strong smell is tied to memories. Anyway, the point of all of this was that since this summer I’ve wanted to reproduce that smell with some honeysuckle candles and haven’t found any I love. Today I got this email from Pier one to let me know they are on sale, and yesterday I got $40 in rewards to spend at Pier one. IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS PEOPLE.

Anyone else love honeysuckle this much?

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