Better in my thoughts

It makes me sad that so many things I think about are so much better in my thoughts. Like the post I did way back on the idea of newspaper and cigarettes. They make me think of Sherlock Holmes and conjure up this amazing image of libraries, but the truth is both newspaper and cigarettes stink with a very chemical and acrid smell.

Now the idea of Old Perfume comes up in the very same way. It appears romantic in writing and it seems to be full of promise with the idea of a heavy, aged and rich aroma but the truth is, it just smells cheap and overly strong.

This makes me sad.

Two smells

There are two smells that I do not like. (there are probably more than two, but I will only focus on this duo right now).

I do not like heavy cigarette smoke nor do I like the smell of newspaper.

I have a feeling that the combination of both will be deadly for me.

However, I like the sound and idea of the duo together. Doesn't heavy smoke and newspaper sound alluring? Almost mysterious? Smoke misting over a dark lit room where only a lamp shines on a man reading a newspaper. Very Sherlock Holmes-ish.

Also very masculine.

Yet, I really don't like the smell. I just like the idea of them. And I kind of like feeling two things about this combination. In reality, the smell of smoke is so poisonous and toxic. And Newspaper just smells inky and musty with a dirty, grungy undertone.

But in my imagination, they are magical. The smell of cigarette becomes sweet, like a heavy, spicy, ginger scent. And the smell of newspaper is obscured by the idea of someone sitting in an leather arm chair reading in the library where the hint of sweet cigarette is mixed with the smell of leather books and dusty paper.

MMmmm... the imagination is delicious.