It’s a Thursday night/Friday morning and I’m analysing jasmine flowers for my Science of Fragrance class tomorrow.
You know what Jasmine reminds me of? My late grandmother. How she almost always bought perfumes or talcum powders with a hint of jasmine in them. A waft of jasmine scent always lingers when she walks by, and her bedroom seems permanently scented with that. I’m pretty sure even her shampoo had jasmine in it.
Two years after her death now, I still link the jasmine flower to her, because the little carts by Pusara Aman (I think this is the Malay name for the graveyard she’s buried at) sells mini plastic bags with jasmine flowers packed in for us to litter on the graves of our precious ones. I always save two bags for her, even though I know she’ll never smell them again, because this is the only thing on Earth that I have left to give her.