All my life I have wanted to smell like an orange. It's this inexplicable need that I have harboured since childhood. I have got so many fresh memories with that fruit in general. Soaking up the winter sun on the roof while peeling off countless oranges and eating them. I loved the smell it left on my hand. My paternal grandmother used to make me 'orange flowers' when I was a kid, which is basically turning the slice inside-out , thus popping out the bright orange pulp. Just the other day, a paternal uncle of mine passed away. Since I hadn't eaten anything all day, one of my maternal aunts asked me to drop by, just so she could make me eat something. When she walked up to me to receive me, she was smelling of oranges. She had used the body butter variant to this product, I just knew it. The fragrance had calmed me down so much, that I cannot even use a proper word to express my calmness. Ira, le girlfriend, once said that the smell of oranges reminded her of me. Similarly, the smell of vanilla is something I associate with her. Such is the power of a fragrances. Let's begin now, shall we?
(Note: Citrus unshiu is a seedless and easy-peeling citrus species, also known as cold hardy mandarin, satsuma mandarin, satsuma orange, Christmas orange and tangerine. It is probably of Japanese origin and introduced elsewhere.ts fruit is sweet and usually seedless, about the size of other mandarin oranges, Citrus reticulata, smaller than an orange. The satsuma also has particularly delicate flesh, which cannot withstand the effects of careless handling.)
