No Scents Makes No Sense

New Brunswick pushes the no scent policy hard. 

In public places signs proclaim: "No Sense Makes Good Sense." 

To be fair, there are some people whom you can smell from a great distance and that's repugnant to most of us. 

But a light Chanel Number 5 or Tom Ford is a signature most noses can handle.

I say most because there seems to be an increasing number of folks with allergy and scent issues. 

And I empathize and I roughly adhere to the policy and don't wear perfume out, but I do still have scent in my shampoo and deodorant. 

I've not seen a scent-free shampoo at the market and the unscented deodorants aren't plentiful.  

As you can tell, I have conflicted feelings about scents in public.

They are almost impossible to get away from whether it be the bubblegum a passerby is chomping on or a newly permed hairdo odor that wafts my way.

As for me and my house, we celebrate scent in private.

There is hardly a day that passes that I have not lit a candle or plugged in my diffuser. 

Gable House Goodes candles of Big Cartel marketplace are among my fav candles

 

Every evening I sniff my 1858 Potpourri which seems to calm me before I am off to Dreamland.

 

 

I feel like a covert scent-pusher. But I'm not hurting anyone in private.

And we do have friends who cannot tolerate scents and I make sure to keep all my scented goodies in the cupboard while they visit. 

But they don't seem offended by the odors of beef stew, baking breads, or even unwashed pets that waft their way.  

As marijuana is now legal in Canada, the government has opened shops to get a cut of the hefty proceeds. Perhaps I should suggest a Scent Shop to them.

 Hmmm... scent for thought...