When The Body Shop first opened, it was the most amazing store to visit. I was only about 15 or 16 and had very limited funds so any purchase from The Body Shop was a most indulgent event.
At one point I recall purchasing a cake of glycerin soap and the scent was Pink Grapefruit. It was quite expensive and I was loathe to use it, instead choosing to keep it in a drawer with my underwear. Now and then I would take it out and smell it. That sweet and tangy smell is my favorite of all times.
When I had a bit more money, I would buy that soap more often and, occasionally the matchin body wash. Standing in the shower with that lovely fresh scent drifting around me is a pleasure I still enjoy now and then.
In fact, buying things from The Body Shop is a never changing pleasure I have maintained throughout my adult life. There is something so lovely and fresh about their products. And I do like to think that they were one of the first to embrace a level of ethical marketing. Perhaps I am idealistic about that but let me have my dream.
Well, on Saturday I was having a little shop around and wandered into the hallowed shop aforementioned. Lo and behold they had a new addition to the grapefruit range of products. Pink Grapefruit body butter. I bought it straight away. Finally I could have that nostalgic pong on my skin all day long.
Next morning, after a shower I stepped out and dried myself off with great anticipation. I then smoothed this gorgeous cream over my entire body. The smell enveloped the entire bathroom and I was in pink grapefruit heaven.
Feeling deliciously creamy, I dressed myself and swanned out into the kitchen only to have K say to me “what is that you have on, you smell like celery”.
Okay, so he does not like it. Celery is not really a smell I want to give off. I decided to continue to wear it regardless of the vegetable odour surrounding me.
Next morning, I repeat the body slathering although with less enthusiasm as I am a bit concerned that I will maybe smell like a carrot or something today.
I get into the lounge room and a friend of my son says, “what is that smell. It smells like rotten lemons”.
I have a bit of a complex now. Which was topped off by me having a shower tonight and, once again, defying all future comments, rubbing that body butter into my skin again. I then opened the fridge to find something to eat and thought to myself that something was off in there. The “something was off” smell hung around me all night. It was the grapefruit smell.
But I am determined to use the entire contents regardless of the stench I give off.
I like it and that is that.