No perfume shopping was to be had during my trip to San Francisco. Family and friends were the focus of this trip, so I took in the sights and smells around me. One evening we visited one of my best friends from college, her husband and their charming little son. They live north of San Francisco in the beautiful town of San Anselmo. Its warm climate allows them to grow gardenias on their deck, and what a luscious plant it is! I took a blossom back to the apartment we were renting in San Francisco and its buttery sweetness filled the bedroom for three days and nights.
The California Academy of Sciences came highly recommended as a family outing, and it’s well worth the steep price of admission as it is rife with glorious sights such as the 2.5 acre “Living Roof” and the “Rainforests of the World” exhibit. When you enter the rainforest, the humid fecundity overtakes all of the senses. It’s a spectacular exhibit. The butterflies are stunning and numerous, and after my interview with Avery Gilbert I couldn’t help but wonder if they smelled of vanilla or lemon.
Our drive home on the 1 and 101 highways offered much olfactory pleasure from eucalyptus, redwood bark, bay leaves, and lemon balm. But the air of the Oregon coast was unparalleled. The cool salty air refreshed and renewed me as I took it into my lungs. Douglass firs meeting the waters’ edge and rich damp soil soaked the coastal breeze as we walked up to the Heceta Head Lighthouse.
But of all the scents I experienced on our trip, none was more precious than the smell of my baby niece. I flew down to SF in a whirlwind earlier this summer to be at her birth, but this visit afforded my family and me time to just be with sweet baby girl. A few days ago, my older son asked me what “priceless” means. These last two pictures embody that concept more than my attempted verbal explanation.