“Almond, coconut, a sort of boyish musk…”
It’s not until I tried to describe your scent that I realised how hard it is to put the sensation of smell into words. I struggled to find the right phrases, started to form a sentence but stopped halfway through, finally just settling on “It’s just really comforting!”. You laughed, and insisted again that I try to explain why, how, pinpoint exactly what it was about your natural perfume that calmed my soul and filled my heart. I ran off a list of different elements I thought I could identify, like a connoisseur-in-training naming the aspects of a fine wine. Almond, coconut, a sort of boyish musk… but in a nice way, I promise!
You smile and give up on the questioning, tucking my head back under your chin. I bury my face in your chest, inhale. You smell like home.