The Smell Of Home

The smell I most associate with "home" is Market Spice tea. For those who don't know it, it's an orange-cinnamon black tea sold by Market Spice, a shop in Pike's Market in Seattle. It's so citrusy that you can't leave a plastic utensil in with the tea, because the orange oils will melt the plastic. My parents drank Market Spice by the gallon, and there was always a pot on the counter. My mother tapered her drinking of it many years ago, but the house is still permeated with the orange/cinnamon/black tea scent.

I don't like tea that much. I don't like the tannins, and I don't like how my breath smells after drinking it. I love the smell of tea steeping, but it's wasted on me. Instead, I have a lot of scented candles scattered around my apartment. Two of my favorite scents are citrus and spice, unsuprisingly. Nothing says Home more than that. And now, I have the best smell ever in a candle, because I finally got around to ordering the Market Spice travel candles.

Mmmmmm. So tasty. So nummy. I have one at work and one at home, and I keep taking big whiffs of them. So very nice. Home.


What is your "home" scent?