The Choice of Joy: Day 39, My Mother's Signature

Today I was going through a shelf in the bathroom, trying to eliminate some toiletries and asprin bottles that were at least a decade old.  I  came across a bottle of Anais Anais perfume.  It was Mother's.

I remembered us talking about perfumes once, and she mentioned several that she liked.   Then she said, "Of course, Anais Anais is my signature fragrance."  

Today I sprayed a whif of the perfume on my wrist and inhaled.  She was right.   The aroma was like  she just walked by. 

Is this the passing of an era?  I do not have a "signature frangrance."  Neither does my daughter or daughter-in-law.  

Perhaps we should, so someday our children can inhale the smell and think of us.  It was a joy to have my mother's brief visit through my mind.