All my life I’ve loved the smell of dandelions. “Weeds,” people call them. “Pests,” my husband laments before he calls the lawn service to annihilate them. To me, they’re fond memories–summertime necklaces around my six year old tanned neck; sweet time with my best friend, Jenny, in her historic home’s back yard; affordable, hand-picked bouquets for my mother.
I finally figured out why I like the scent of my new expensive, organic, sudsy body wash.