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The Days Became Fewer…

A few months ago I spent several weeks clearing out my mother’s house.

She had lived there for decades, so there was far more to sort through than I had ever imagined.

Cupboards.

Drawers.

Bookshelves.

Boxes that hadn’t been opened in years.

One thing in particular caught my attention.

The cupboards were full of beautiful dinner services.

Fine china.

Crystal glasses.

Silver cutlery.

Some of it had been wedding presents.

Some had been carefully collected over many years.

Most of it had spent its life wrapped in newspaper, tucked safely away in cupboards.

Waiting for Christmas.

Waiting for visitors.

Waiting for an occasion important enough to deserve it.

Then I opened the cupboard we used every day.

The plates were worn.

The mugs had tiny chips around the rims.

The glasses were slightly cloudy from years of washing.

The cutlery carried the marks of thousands of ordinary meals.

None of it was valuable.

None of it was perfect.

But every single piece told a story.

I could remember the birthday cakes.

The hurried breakfasts before school.

Sunday lunches.

Late-night cups of tea.

Friends gathered around the kitchen table.

Quiet Tuesday dinners when nothing particularly important happened.

Or so we thought.

It struck me that all the memories were attached to the ordinary things.

Not the crystal glasses.

Not the silver cutlery.

Not the beautiful china.

Those had remained almost exactly as they were the day they arrived.

The ordinary things had become part of our family.

They had quietly witnessed our lives unfolding.

As I packed the cupboards into boxes, one thought stayed with me.

The china hadn’t become more precious.

The days had simply become fewer.

And perhaps that’s because the value of beautiful things isn’t found in how perfectly we preserve them.

It’s found in allowing them to become part of our story.

I wonder if we do exactly the same thing with fragrance.

We save the really good bottle.

For weddings.

Anniversaries.

Important meetings.

Waiting for a day that somehow feels worthy of it.

But when I think back over my own life, the fragrances I remember most aren’t attached to extraordinary occasions.

They’re attached to ordinary mornings.

Weekend walks.

Coffee with friends.

Family dinners.

The school concert.

The drive to work.

The moments that didn’t seem important at the time…

Until they became memories.

Perhaps life never tells us which days will matter.

It simply asks us to live them.

And perhaps that’s why the things we use every day eventually become the things we treasure most.

Not because they were expensive.

Not because they were rare.

But because they were there.

Again.

And again.

And again.

If You’re Curious to Explore

One of the joys of building a fragrance wardrobe isn’t having something for special occasions.

It’s having something that helps make ordinary days just a little more memorable.

Because, as I’ve come to realise, ordinary days have a habit of becoming life’s most precious memories.

This week you can enjoy:

  • 5 × 2ml samples for R100
  • 3 × 10ml fragrances for R200

Or, if you’ve already found a few favourites:

  • Any 3 × 50ml fragrances for R675 to begin building a wardrobe you’ll enjoy reaching for.

Until next time

Rob

"A fragrance is a story told in scent, each note a chapter in the tale."

Marian Bendeth

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