Today, I want to confess a secret to you. Yes. This is a fact: I trust my readers.
Now, let’s get to the confession of my hidden secret: I’m an addict, as harmless and unobtrusive as I may be. As you know, addicts’ problems never end, but I’m happy with my life. Because drugs don’t always mean disaster. Furthermore, I believe there’s a need for drugs in human nature. While not as good as salt, drugs are good for the body, soul, and mind.
And why should it be a crime to wanting to get high?
Years and years ago, at the bank where I worked as a city girl, I tried alcohol and cigarettes like everyone else. But I don’t think they were enough. In fact, my body was giving me signals that I needed to stay away from them. So, I needed something more drastic, something different.
As I’m a calm and patient person, I waited. It’s important to wait and see for yourself. And when I encountered the substance that worked for me, I realized it was worth the wait.
Now, let’s get to the substance I use.
It’s something you smell. If they had told me I’d be addicted when I first discovered it, I probably would have laughed.
No, no. I’m not talking about what you might expect. I’m talking about the scent of roses. Of course, not the ones in the supermarkets, those produced by the industrial flower industry.
Based on my experience, I can say this with certainty: When you start deeply inhaling the smell of roses, especially those grown in sunny patches, addiction is inevitable.
The term “addiction” to the scent of roses might sound a bit of an exaggeration. But this is a proven fact witnessed by my family and close neighbours: whenever I see a rosebush, I’m drawn to that direction just like a drug user hooked on cocaine.
I’ve had warnings, especially from my daughter.
But prohibitions and objections are meaningless for addicts, right?
Now, this is my advice to you:
If you come across a rose, close your eyes and inhale the smell deeply. You’ll see, you’ll experience a fleeting high.
If you ask what kind of high you’re getting, I can describe it this way: Your nerves will calm. You’ll be surrounded by a rainbow of colors. For example, if you smell a rose when you’re angry, you’ll notice the anger being replaced with a sense of calm.
Experts often claim that the scent of roses has an aromatic healing effect. I haven’t come across a single text that claims it only makes you high. (In that case, this part must be my discovery.)
What I’m saying may seem absurd to you, but roses are mentioned in the pages of history.
For example, rose gardens were an essential part of those magnificent palaces where the Ottoman sultans resided.
Imagine, you’re in a garden filled with the scent of hundreds of colorful roses. It’s like a dress rehearsal for heaven on earth.
I wonder how close the people outside the palace were to roses at that time? I don’t think they were very close. After all, it must have been difficult to send those who were constantly enjoying the scent of roses to war.
I want to research whether Henry VIII also had a rose garden sometime.
Anyway, my doctoral dissertation on addiction to the scent of roses isn’t finished yet. I’ll share more if I discover any important information.
Meanwhile, I’m also thinking of some crazy projects. I don’t know if imprisoning incurable narcissists, arms dealers, and the architects of war in rose gardens before releasing them in a year may make the world a better place.
The smell of roses gets me high. Period.
I recommend you try it too. I hope your life is filled with color and the scent of roses.
With love,
Dursaliye Sahan
Bir yanıt yazın