Today, during the gift inspection process I heard, "It smells like Dad's office!"
"Son, you are a nut."
"No, Mom, really! Smell!!"
And so I did.
And it really did smell exactly like my Man's office at church.
I know of folks who particularly love the names of the colors of new cars which are named things like Lunar Mist. Others are fond of the names interior paint colors i.e., Urban Putty. Still others get excited about the names of fingernail polish colors like "Kiss Me On My Two Lips" (It's a beautiful bright spring pink!). My girl loves the name of her perfume Hailey, and I adore both the name and the scent of my Foglifter coffee.
I'd often wondered how to describe the scent that meets me at the door of the "Inner Sanctum," (the name the kids and I use for my Man's office since we are not often encouraged to enter). I'd been thinking that it was the smell of order, and right angles, of peace and quiet, of sanity and deep thinking, if any of those things could actually emit a scent.