It’s funny how, despite the 25 years that separate us, I am unmistakably my mother’s daughter. I’m not just saying that; I feel it deep within me. Our bond is complex, much like an intricate tapestry woven from the threads of our shared past, the overwhelming chaos of our present, and the uncertain future ahead. We are like the visible tip of an iceberg, with so much more beneath the surface.
Have you ever thought about how perfume works? It has top, middle, and base notes—those pesky layers again—that blend to create a unique scent. Interestingly, a fragrance can react differently depending on a person’s skin chemistry, creating a different experience for each wearer. The scents we choose to wear tell our stories, leaving behind traces of ourselves that linger far beyond our physical presence. Underneath all these layers of emotions and connections, my mother and I share much more than just DNA.
Scent holds remarkable power when it becomes someone’s signature. My mom and I have our own distinct essence that binds us together.