There's something about the movie that makes it such a fabulous piece of work... in fact most everything about it... sometimes movies have great scenes that don't work when strung together and sometimes a great movie has ordinary scenes that work together excellently... but this had both... that tango that Al Pacino does, the first time that Chris O' Donnel meets Al Pacino, the way he coaxes the colonel out of shooting himself, that last speech... phew.
But this post wasn't meant to be about the movie...
The world's best fragrance has got to be the fleeting scent of a woman's shampoo-ed hair... you'd be going about your day as usual and then suddenly it'll breeze past you for a moment... or the first few moments when you meet a woman who's washed her hair... it's one of the most calming yet exciting fragrances. I cant describe how it makes me feel really, but it feels very reassuringly welcoming. I'm not sure if it's got to do with certain fragrances of shampoo and certain women or if its a general thing that works for most shampoos and women... but ever so rarely, once in a while i'll get completely distracted by a sudden draft of that scent... it's quite something...
I've always had a 'thing' for the way things smelled... i could tell which side of my parents bed i was sleeping on simply by the way it smelled... the way one's own bed smelled for a while after someone had been in it... the way someone's house smelled (mine smells pretty bad sometimes thanks to Solomon, my cat)... the smell of the rain wetting the earth (I sometimes even sense that fragrance when i'm watering my plants!)...
These scents have a way of taking you to a place/memory/emotion... yet you can't ever seem to relive the scent without it actually being there even though one can relive the emotion/memory/place where it takes you to... one would possibly identify the scent the second one comes to contact with it... but without it being there, one can't ever seem to really 'feel' the same as though it was... one can't seem to imagine the scent accurately.
These fragrances, they're elusive. When they're gone, they're gone... you can't seem to fool yourself into imagining them. Yet when they're around, they're unmistakable.
But this post wasn't meant to be about the movie...
The world's best fragrance has got to be the fleeting scent of a woman's shampoo-ed hair... you'd be going about your day as usual and then suddenly it'll breeze past you for a moment... or the first few moments when you meet a woman who's washed her hair... it's one of the most calming yet exciting fragrances. I cant describe how it makes me feel really, but it feels very reassuringly welcoming. I'm not sure if it's got to do with certain fragrances of shampoo and certain women or if its a general thing that works for most shampoos and women... but ever so rarely, once in a while i'll get completely distracted by a sudden draft of that scent... it's quite something...
I've always had a 'thing' for the way things smelled... i could tell which side of my parents bed i was sleeping on simply by the way it smelled... the way one's own bed smelled for a while after someone had been in it... the way someone's house smelled (mine smells pretty bad sometimes thanks to Solomon, my cat)... the smell of the rain wetting the earth (I sometimes even sense that fragrance when i'm watering my plants!)...
These scents have a way of taking you to a place/memory/emotion... yet you can't ever seem to relive the scent without it actually being there even though one can relive the emotion/memory/place where it takes you to... one would possibly identify the scent the second one comes to contact with it... but without it being there, one can't ever seem to really 'feel' the same as though it was... one can't seem to imagine the scent accurately.
These fragrances, they're elusive. When they're gone, they're gone... you can't seem to fool yourself into imagining them. Yet when they're around, they're unmistakable.
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