Being away on a romantic holiday with Paul has me thinking about Valentine's Day. If someone was to whip up a Love Potion for me I know just how it would smell.
The scent of crisp Macintosh apples, freshly sharpened pencil crayons, Jean Nate (the body cream I remember from summer days with my Grandma Currie), campfire mixed with pine needles, my sleeping babies' breathe, a new plastic raincoat, and a juicy cut lemon. Those are my "happy" smells.
What aromas would your love potion emit?
Luckily Paul doesn't need a potion to get me to love him. He doesn't even need to buy me perfume or fragrant flowers for Valentine's. All he has to do is not laugh when I steal the body lotion from our hotel!