This is usually a really bad thing. Hamburger meat browning in a skillet often brings on fits of dry heaving (I'm sorry. It's true.) Passing a freshly killed skunk on the road...forget about it. I can smell cigarette smoke from 2 miles out. Can't even enter a store where B.O. is lurking. I break out in hives when I consider certain perfumes. You know the ones.
My hypersensitivity to smells has its benefits. I am like a freakish quality control professional of wonderful smelling products. If I recommend a candle or bath gel...you know it rocks. I thought I might share a few.
This product gets rave reviews from me. Mine came from Anthropologie, which is an added bonus in my book.
This is giving me a quick shot of pleasure...daily.
If someone is offering to buy you a really nice gift, this would be a good one. (Blatant Christmas hint to Queen Mother.)
I am seriously particular about candles. Admittedly snobbish. This one fits my criteria. This one made me really happy toward the end of summer. I have strong afffection for this...I have loved it for a long, long time. Fall is in the air with this, though I am interested in trying these.
I know, I know. This is way too much clicking. Sorry. Maybe I'll have a winter edition. I've already found the perfect holiday candle.
Right now, I am going to deal with this, so give me a little sympathy.