You walk purposefully towards the doorway. Your intention is clear and focused. You know exactly why you...

The instant you pass through the threshold your intentions become goo and slough off. You look around. Your purpose must have fallen out of your pocket somewhere. Oooo, I wonder how long that cheese has been sitting there? You stroll over to take a nibble. Well, I guess I should unload the dish rack. You put a few plates away and then look over and see the plant in the window is drooping, Time for some water little buddy! As you go to get the watering can, you find the olive oil, which has been missing for weeks, and while you are returning it to its place by the... ooo cheese! You sit down, have a nibble, and mutter out loud, "Why did I walk into this room?"

Suddenly the smell washes over you and you jump up, "My pie!" and rush over to the oven to see if it burned.

Scent Notes: Fresh baked cherry pie with a flaky crust, light cinnamon and the absolute acceptance of who you are.