This is becoming quite distressing. I'm alone, have been since last night. DH and boys at the deer camp. I am not wearing perfume. I don't have any right now, what I had got old and stale and I threw it out about a year or more back. I don't use fabric softener on our clothes, my deodorant is unscented, haven't used hand lotion or anything more than Suave shampoo that removes buildup, which doesn't have much scent, and I washed my hands with Palmolive green dish soap.
I am smelling a very familiar perfume, it literally keeps wafting in front of my face. Been going on for about half an hour. It's not my clothes or my hair, it's nothing on or in the desk, I've looked. It's nothing in this immediate area, or the house. I cannot account for this fragrance.
It is driving me crazy. I know this smell. I want to say L'air du Temps, or White Shoulders? Something soft, floral, slight hint of rose and baby powder. I KNOW this smell.
I am thinking it is the perfume that one of my grandmothers wore, my grandmother who is in a nursing home in another state, lost in the last stages of Alzheimers.
Suppose I should make a phone call to my parents, to see if everything is ok.
Every once in a while I will smell a cigar smell in our old home. No one has or does smoked in this house the 30 years we have been here. Perhaps, it is the smell of old wood but ..don't think so. It gives me a comforting feeling to think that possibly "someone" is watching over this old house and us in it.
don't believe in spirits...or do I. ??
I would acknowledge the smell.. if you are alone, it is ok to talk to yourself or whatever.. if there is anything you want to say it wouldn't hurt to say it.
It seems a very loving type thing you are experiencing..
When DH and the boys are out, I often take the opportunity to get some cleaning done that isn't "normal" type cleaning, often using cleaning products I don't often use. Have you taken advantage of your "alone" time to do something like this? Might be a scented cleaner, or just the absence of scent that you've cleaned away that your nose is interpreting as a "new" scent.
Ignorance is the true enemy.
I've seen the village, and I don't want it raising my children.
Have you hugged anyone recently......who may have been wearing a scent that transferred to you?
Do you have a pet you have recently groomed?
Do you use any of those plug in room freshners?
FYI...When I smell lilac and lavender....I get the same feeling you are describing. My mama wore it.......she passed when I was a very yound child.
Scent can evoke much emotion....happy and sad.
Cry if you need to......It's OK.
Sorry you are feeling unsettled and disturbed.
Just in case...like another poster said.. acknowledge the scent outloud.....what can it hurt?
Hope you find peace soon.
"We are the people, our parents warned us about." - Jimmy Buffett
Last edited by Texasdirtdigger; 11/27/10 at 07:05 AM.
My mom passed away thirteen years ago. After she died, I would periodically smell roses. It'd be right in the middle of nothing, with no explanation. It would bring with it a sense of overwhelming peace. The most amazing one was when I was walking across the yard one subzero January night to do chores. There was no way to be downwind from someone else's perfume, nor anyone else's clothing. It was rich tea roses, like on a summer's morning with the sun shining down from a high blue sky and drying the dew on the petals. And again, that sense of overwhelming peace. It got to where whenever it happened I'd say "Hello, Mom," and smile.
Gotta tell you this one though. I'd been smelling this really strange smell in the house lately. Not all the time; just sometimes. Kinda vanilla-ish, like someone baking a cake or something. I hadn't made anything like that, nor did I have any candles like that. Out of nowhere one morning at breakfast when the grandsons had spent the night, I smelled it. I asked the boys if they smelled it, and one said no and the other said yes. He said it smelled to him like fruit.
Then I realized; the furnace had kicked on, and I was drinking a blueberry cinnamon coffee. He was smack between me and the cold air return.
I hope you get to the bottom of your smells. I'm not at all surprised that you want to cry. The emotions these smells evoke can be powerful; tears are a release.
If it is just a smell, talk to whoever it might be. I do!
There is sometimes a smell in our bedroom of baking. Burn toast, or cakes or something like that. Part of it used to be the kitchen and the smell is very localized in there. I am not the only one who smells it.
We have other happenings that tell us we are not alone here, possibly why our house has been through a lot of owners. But they do not concern me, the house has a nice 'feeling'.
I always think that they were here before me, so who am I to want them gone?
I also get the smell of Cigar every once in a while. My grandfather and I were very close and he died right after I had oldest DD. He was never without a cigar in his mouth. When I get that wiff, I know he is just checking in on me. I usuallly smile and give a "Hi Pop".
We get various smells every once in a while. The most remarkable two that I can think of are the following. DH had burnt the hair off the back of his hand and a few minutes later he smelled a linament smell, very old fashioned linament that you'd use on horses, that's how he recognized it. Another time he went to the horse barn and smelled tobacco, like it was drying not being smoked; turns out the horse barn had been used to dry tobacco a long time ago.
I'm glad you checked on your grandmothers. I'm also glad that you connected a smell to someone you love. You've had a lot of great ideas to check out, too. Just talk it out to yourself or 'whomever' is there. You'll be OK.
Thanks to everyone for the kind and thoughtful replies, I appreciate them.
Our closest neighbor is about 1/2 mile away, and while it might be possible for a fragrance that delicate to travel such a distance, I kind of doubt it. Unless there was a perfume wearing prowler? I once detected someone standing in the woods behind our property I assume watching the place because I could smell cigarette smoke, and later found several butts by a tree.
No perfume at all, haven't purchased any. DH hasn't been shopping, and if he somehow bought me a Christmas present I'll throttle him as the agreement was no presents for eachother this year. No cleaning has been done--to be honest, I've been loafing since the men of the house have been gone. Like Hears the Water, I don't like a lot of strong smelling household cleaners. I use just a few things to clean with.
Haven't been out in public to hug anyone, no magazines (well, DH won a free lifetime subscription to Americn Hunter years ago and we still get it, but I don't think they put perfume inserts in them. I also have a few Country Sampler laying around but they don't have inserts either.
I even smelled the dogs, thinking they had somehow gotten into something. Nope.
Just can't account for the smell.
Unless I do have a tumor, eek. One of my grandfathers had a tumor on his pituitary gland, which affected his olfactory bulb and he would smell what he called 'fumes', and they even had an entire new furnace installed because he thought the furnace was faulty and giving off fumes. Of course, nothing worked, even after he had surgery to remove the tumor, he experienced phantom smells the rest of his life.
I guess I could have a tumor or aneurism or something. I feel fine, though, no headaches or odd feelings. Just that perfume fragrance.