One bright and sunny morning, my mother was wearing a lavender perfume. I didn’t notice the scent of it until she passed by me and a breeze of freshness came to my nose. I asked her what was she wearing and she told me it was a perfume from L’Occitane. But I didn’t realize how much she liked it until a week later after smelling it every single day. The more I think about lavender and L’Occitane, the more I remember my childhood and memories with my mother. I remember when I went with my mother to the mall and she asked me to stay with her in a store until she finished. It was L’Occitane. She was looking for the birthday present for my grandma and I thought it would be easy, but it wasn’t. There were so many scents that you got to a point until you didn’t differentiate between rose and milk cream. She asked me to help her decide which one to buy. I have always loved the milk with an almond scent so I chose that one. But my mother thought that my grandma would like a more fresh scent rather than a warm and sweet. So she decided to buy a lemongrass cream. Before leaving the store my mother grabbed the lavender perfume and put some on her wrist and neck, and then we left. So every time that I hear lavender, or look at a violet color, it will always remind me of my mom. For me, my mom is just like lavender, relaxed, calming and peaceful.
