scents_memory nr it took me a little while to realize what the soap in that washroom years ago reminded me of, but then i realized it was you. it was obviously you. today in the store, i smelled each one of the meyer hand soaps to find yours. the scent brought me right back. to the anticipation of getting ready to go out to a show, to the feel of a welcome breeze on my skin sitting on a patio in the warm austin air, to the excitement of the foreign yet familiar. to the parts of you i'm glad stuck. 221129 ... nr a bar soap was called "ocean breeze." i skeptically picked it up and smelled it, and i don't know how, but it smelled like the beach air in florida. i kept lifting it up and smelling it, bringing myself to my parents' balcony or days of bodysurfing or nights of moonlit and flashlit beach walks. then i bought the soap. 221129 what's it to you? who go blather from