That “Imported” Smell

He just got back from his trip abroad, we’re all happy and excited to see him, specially the third son who never stopped counting the days and number of sleeps. Last night, the third boy can’t even sleep, he said he’s too excited, so we end up watching Jack The Giant Slayer (too bad no popcorn this time).

You know what I love most when he comes home from his trip? The smell of his used clothes. It somehow gives me an idea of the place he had been to. If you are not keen on observing it, the smell of used clothes or anything that someone brought from their tip actually smells like the place they have bee to. Of all the places he has been, it’s his US trip that I always froward to. I love the US smell (or Canada or country with cold weather).

That’s one of the reason why I love online shopping, when the item arrives here, I can’t stop smelling that distinct “imported” smell (yes even nuts or bolts). Somehow, that smell brings me back to my childhood where my aunts would send us something from Canada. It has the same distinct smell and as my brother puts it, that smell is addicting (and online shopping too! haha)