The Scent That Finds You

The other day I took my grandson to the park, and he suddenly lifted his head and, with wide eyes and wonder in his voice, shouted

“Train! Train! CHU CHU!

“Wait! What happened? Away! Away... oh wait wait!”

There was so much joy in him. So much surprise and awe. I’ll never forget that moment. It’s one of those memories that lodges itself somewhere deeper than thought, one you can feel, one that becomes part of you.

Fragrance is like that.

It arrives without announcement. It moves through us, around us, sometimes unnoticed, sometimes unforgettable. And when it leaves, it lingers, echoing quietly in the background of our day like a passing train. There, then gone. But not really. Because something remains. A trace. A vibration. A memory that stirs before we even realize it’s happening.

Scent is a sensory key. One that unlocks the subconscious.

It reminds me that our signature fragrance isn’t just something we choose. It’s something that meets us, almost by accident. Like the calm sky above a storm, it waits patiently. Not demanding. Not shouting. Just steady. Present. Completely itself.

A true scent doesn't need to fight for your attention. It doesn’t scream to be noticed. Instead, it whispers. And something in you leans in, instinctively, to catch it again.

I think the most meaningful fragrances (the ones we remember forever) aren’t the ones we try to capture. They’re the ones that find us. Effortlessly. In a moment when we’re not trying to control anything at all.

Fragrance moves like a spirit, free, wild, untethered. She can’t be caged or contained. She tiptoes around us. Leaves and returns when she chooses. And in that way, she reminds me of everything I love most about being alive. Spontaneity. Surprise. That sense of knowing without knowing how I know.

If you want to do something beautiful for yourself, start noticing scent. Train your awareness like a quiet practice. Breathe deeply when something catches you off guard, jasmine on the sidewalk, sunscreen on a warm towel, the forgotten trace of someone’s cologne on a jacket you haven't worn in months.

Your nose knows you. She's been with you all along.

Let her guide you back to the moments that made you feel something real. Let the scent come. Let it go. Let it whisper its story in the only language it knows, nose;)

It’s a gift.

It’s presence.

It’s a message.

Here I Am.