IN WHICH I CONSIDER THE IMPORTANCE OF SMELLING LIKE A ROSE.
One of my fondest memories is at the age of five, lying in bed at the Royal Hawaiian hotel in Honolulu. Though the room was pretty dark, the hurricane shutters were open and I watched, mesmerized, as the shadow of an exotic palm tree — my first time seeing them — swayed on the wall. But what really stands out for me is the divine fragrance that was coming in on the soft breeze. READ MORE