One of my favourite scent memories is the smell of my Mum and Dad’s wisteria that hangs over their front door. It’s over the house that I grew up in and they still have it! Dad has looked after this wisteria so well, he took a cutting from my Grandads wisteria from his place in France so it’s very precious to all of us. The smell of it when you walk underneath is steamy, sweet, hypnotic, and so deep and rich that it takes your breath away. It’s so fleeting because the flowers only come for a few days and then they will go grey and papery and they disappear in the air. You wait for the whole year to smell it and it’s so worth it.
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