We’ve all been transported elsewhere by an smell: the fragrance of magnolia in New Orleans, a cologne that is ex-lover’s the G train, faded perfume embedded right into a sweater. Our memories that are olfactory particular and visceral, because fragrance may be the sense many linked with our memory and feeling. Perfume, like our clothing or precious jewelry or hairstyle, is a car of self-expression and pleasure.
It may also work like some sort of armor—an olfactory protection in the entire world.
When I happened to be a community organizer in Bushwick, I’d end workshops having a meditation and scented oil blend that other organizers applied between their palms and inhaled. This moment ended up being everyone’s favorite part of the workshop: Organizing ended up being emotionally taxing for them, but few talked freely about their psychological state; self-care arrived after social justice. […]