Smell trail

 This incident happened to me like a month ago,

Something triggered the memory so I had to share this ,

A friend of mine took me to this place.

We saw a table, went there sat got comfortable.

The tables next to us were empty but there were people’s bags and jackets on the chairs.


I took my jacket off and hung it on my chair, where partially I was sitting on my jacket hoodie,


We ordered drinks , followed by nachos.


Most of the people were on the dance floor and there were couple on the table behind us.


The guys would dance and take breaks come to the table and go back .


There was all overwhelming human smell .


In all tahat chaos there was this one fragrance that I kept of smelling . 


The whole night , it just kept switching on and off .

In intervals.


There were people around me but they were a bit further. 

But the smell travelled so I could not pick up who it was.


It kept bugging me soo much that I kept on looking.


I moved around I could not find this person.

The smell just kept on projecting whole night.


It bought some memories back, from years ago, and I was determined who ever was wearing that fragrance I would as them which one was it.


After a couple of hours we decided to leave and I was really disappointed, that I couldn’t find the Fragrance I could smell, through the nachos and the drinks.


I wore my jacket , walked out and got on the tube.

I was still thinking about that fragrance when I saw someone and got distracted.


Next morning, I woke up for work, got alll freshen up , got ready.


Opened the cupboard door to take my jacket out.


As soon as i opened the door the fragrance hit me, hard.


And the silly me realised it was my jacket that I was smelling the whole freaking night.


It was my aftershave , that I never smelled because I wore it all the time.


As I was sitting my jacket I could smell it from and third persons perspective 

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