Oooh oooh that smell…
When I got my first Kindle as a gift from Mr. Gibberish, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. I loved that he wanted me to have access to books 24/7, no more rushing to the library before or after work. (I used to have a real job back then – shudder) I liked the on demand part for sure. But I still wasn’t convinced I would be able to get the same comfort from the electronic device as I do from hard cover books. How would I adjust to not being able to smell the pages? Yes, I said smell the pages.
Then there was the matter of the Kindle being one-dimensional and light weight. Somehow I didn’t think I would get the same sense of accomplishment without being able to watch the bookmark make its way through a lengthy not to mention heavy novel. And maybe it’s just me, but I usually take a few minutes when I start of book borrowed from the library to think about who may have read pages before me. Was it an older person struggling with the print size, someone sad or confused just reading to try to take their mind of their troubles, a new mother finding a few minutes to read while her newborn sleeps in her arms?
I guess it boils down to this. I just like to have books around. Books I’ve read and books I want to read, old books I’ve picked up at used book stores and flea markets and new books that haven’t had their spine cracked. Okay, I admit I’m a little weird about books. In my mind these were all valid points that needed to be addressed before I bought into the whole e-reader phenomenon. In the beginning I straddled the fence and read real books sometimes and the Kindle sometimes. I just couldn’t give up the feel of the real books.
Then we decided to hit the road full-time and having all the books around was no longer an option. Sure we each took a few we just didn’t want to leave behind. Oddly enough I didn’t bring any of my favorite novels, just books about writing. The Kindle became my daily companion those first few months, always at my fingertips. I got used to it. I found that I loved being able to grab a sample of the books I was thinking about purchasing, just like scanning through the pages in the library. But there was still something missing – the smell.
I was reading this month’s issue of Writer’s Digest and guess what I saw? Okay, I’ll tell you. I saw an ad for a perfume with the fragrance of … wait for it… the smell of a freshly printed book! Who knew? All this time I’ve been pining away for the heady scent found only between the pages and I could have just purchased it in a bottle. Hmmm
I’m more than just a little curious. Am I the only one sitting here thinking wow – awesome idea? I went to their website to check it out. Apparently I’m not alone in my addiction to the scent as the fragrance retailing for $98 per bottle is sold out. I’ll admit it. I chuckled out loud.
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So here are my questions –
Have any of you actually purchased this fragrance?
If so, was the scent reminiscent of fresh pages?
Feel free to leave me your thoughts in the comment section below.
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