Rewind Repost: Easter Smells, Easter Memories

Below is a repost of the piece I wrote last year on Easter smells, in case you missed it. Easter, for me, always brings up a plethora of very specific smell memories. Year after year, I find myself transported back to my childhood through these memories. I love Easter: the weather is getting cooler, the four-day long weekend is so lazy and relaxing, and I especially adore the rituals of eating spiced fruit buns and chocolate eggs. Have a happy Easter everyone!


Easter has always been a favourite time of year for me. Although I’m not Christian, I like the four-day holiday in Australia and some of the related traditions, whether or not they stem from Christianity or pagan times. Part of my fondness for this holiday is because I have very fond memories of Easter weekends spent at Robe as a child, a tiny coastal town in South Australia. My family owned the historic Karatta House then, and this run down and dilapidated, sprawling property was a great place for a child to spend so much time.

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Karatta House

I have many scent memories spending Easter at Karatta. I remember the rich, wake-up smell of bacon cooking in the stone-walled, lino-floored, musty kitchen in the mornings. When I cook bacon now, I always think of Robe, and the old kitchen Mum cooked in. The brass kitchen taps and bore water gave off a strange combined aroma: metallic notes mixed with dirt and that slight funk of undrinkable bore water. I also associate this kitchen with the pungently salty smell of freshly caught fish, and my Dad and brother gutting and scaling them on the sink. I’ve never like seafood much, and I think my experiences at Robe (my parents also cooked live Crayfish) have a lot to do with that. The smell of fish, no matter how fresh, still makes my stomach turn.

fire-551665_640Every Easter Dad would light the fire at night in one of the grand old fireplaces. Robe is host to a cool climate, but as autumn and Easter sets in, it gets quite nippy. The smell of the wood smoke was always comforting, and a treat for us as we didn’t have a fireplace at home. Dad found small pieces of copper wire to burn in the fire for us, creating magical, coloured flames of blue and green.

On Good Friday, the scent of toasting hot cross buns infused the kitchen, with warm cinnamon and the sticky-sweet smell of caramelised sultanas and dried citrus peel wafting around. The smell of lactonic, fatty butter slathered on top completes this smell memory. I loved the cross on top of the buns the most, and would pull it off and reserve it, eating it separately after I’d finished the rest of the bun.

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International Women’s Day 2016. Memories and Music In Celebration of my Grandmother

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My grandmother, c. late 1930s, Adelaide.

Above is a photo of my grandmother as a young woman, sometime in the late 1930s (or perhaps early 40s), captured by a roving street photographer in Adelaide. I love the slightly surprised, somewhat reproachful look on her face. I love her clothes, her shoes, her hat and gloves, that handbag and the way she carries it. I love that I do not know what she was like when this photo was taken and that she had a long history before I came along. I love that she was young, and beautiful, and stylish and sassy. I wish I knew what perfume she wore – Vol de Nuit, Shocking, Tabu, Joy? – but sadly I don’t.

Fast-forward forty years, more or less, and I enter the equation. My Granny, as I call her, lives in a little house with my Papa, in a tiny beachside town in South Australia. It’s a long drive to Granny’s house from where we live, and we’re always welcomed at the back door with hearty greetings and warm hugs. Granny is a wonderful cook and always makes lunch or afternoon tea when we visit. The house smells of pasties and biscuits, the occasional lamb roast, vegetable soup, cups of tea.

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May the Froth be With You… Star Wars Apple Scented Body Wash, Childhood Nostalgia & Plans for the Future.

Happy New Year! I hope you’ve all had a wonderful holiday season and a fresh, bright start to 2016! I’m back. After a few weeks off I’m itching to go again and I have a fabulously long and fun to-do list waiting for me. It’s going to be an exciting start to 2016: there will be reviews of recent indie perfume releases, profiles of fragrance houses you mightn’t have heard of yet, more exciting articles in the Smell and Sound and Smell and Synaesthesia series, more Thirteen Thoughts interviews, and some book reviews too. Phew. That’s a lot, so I’d better stop prattling on here and get on with it…

But before I sign off, I want to introduce you to Yoda the Apple Scented Body Wash. I’ve not yet seen the newest Star Wars movie, so please, no spoilers! As a child of the 70s and 80s I get abnormally excited about Star Wars. I saw the original movie in the cinema at age three. Standing on my mother’s thighs so I could see the screen, I fell in love with Luke Skywalker and decided I wanted to be Princess Leia. It’s one of my earliest and fondest childhood memories. Through the 80s I enjoyed watching the other two movies from the original trilogy on clunky VHS hired from UFO Video, our local video library, or in the cinema with school friends. So, having a soft-spot for all things Star Wars (the original trilogy, not the prequels, mind you), when I spotted this little fellow for sale in the supermarket a few weeks back, I couldn’t resist.

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Yoda Apple Scented Body Wash

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