This evening smells like cloves because that's the essential oil currently burning in the little aroma pot.
I'd gotten a vanilla and burnt caramel flavoured essential oil for what reason don't ask, I'm not huge in to sweet scents but somehow i needed up buying it and the oddest thing happened.
I'd not realized it but each time that particular aroma filled the house I craved desserts and pastries and choux's filled with cream and very particular kinds of beige coloured sweet foods that were mounded to the gods with cream and such.
I mean I didn't feel like thinking about chocolates, it was doughnuts, Frappuccino's, creamy syllabubs, trifles and custards, milkshakes, creamy thick ice creams that I yearned for without even knowing that the culprit behind these cravings was that aroma therapy oil.
The only therapy I could gain from that scent was food therapy and I don't even usually eat any of the above mentioned items because I'm a raging lactose intolerant as well as a bit of a food fadist and yet I wanted to ravage an entire bakery.
It was horrible. As delicious as the scent was, the weird cravings i felt myself spiralling into was immodest.
The house smelled divine to be sure, but I found myself getting cornered by the cloying scent because such sickly sweet scents give me a headache and there wasn't anything sexy about it either.
I have given up on the essential oil since and the only time I will ever light it up is when I let my inner fat girl take over for a day.
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