teens

Disclaimer: This was sponsored by SC Johnson. I use their Glade candles all the time. In fact, I hoard their Christmas candles. Don’t believe me? Come take a peek at my linen closet. This post is real life with a teenager and his friends. Pity me. 

I am the mother of a teenager. *Gasp* But Lisa, you look so young.( Sunscreen, folks. Live it. Love it. Wear it every day.) He’s at such a great age. We don’t dislike each other, have figured out how to move around each other without it requiring a cage match in the living room every day, and laugh together, a lot. Unfortunately, there’s one thing I’ve noticed when he’s around a gaggle of his friends — the smell. It’s not that they stink, that’s taken care of with copious amounts of manly man scented deodorants, but there is just a general smelly FUNK in the air when they are around.

Let’s just say my “let’s get ready for fall” zen was shot last week when Seattle decided to send their weather to North Carolina. It was chilly, rainy, gray, and we were not only stuck inside, but we were stuck in with all of the windows closed. To keep us sane, friends were over and once here, I noticed the — smell. It wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t BO. It was just like wet dog mixed with sweat, manly-man-deodorant and — wind. You know, toots. To put it bluntly, there was enough methane in my house to power New York City for a month.

Riveting visual and olfactory trigger, right? I knew what I had to do. With a leap, I jumped fell off the sofa and ran crawled to the linen closet for a little air care. It was like Christmas, but autumn scented. Candles, everywhere. The sun came out of hiding to shine down on me, angels sang and the air was sweeter. My home was an olfactory shrine to everything AUTUMN. I welcomed it, invited it in, and danced the dance of the falling leaves. Oddly enough, that looks like the Snoopy dance.

Sweet pumpkin pie and burning leaves filled my house. No longer did I smell eau de teen, everything smelled of victory! And pie! Do you know what this world is missing? Pie delivery service. I’d pay good money to have an apple pie delivered piping hot, right this very minute.

But more than that, everything smelled clean. Fresh. Like the heavens had opened up and blew fresh fall breezes through my house, fragranced just for me. I was at a spa, minus all the fun spa stuff — like a brown sugar body scrub and massage.

What are your favorite scents?