In 7th grade summer camp, I went to visit a trout farm near Ashville, North Carolina. Needless to say, it's hard to keep such a place smelling shower-fresh. But they tried.
I'm not sure which was worse - the smell of the fish food, pond scum, millions of trout, or the industrial cleaners used for cleaning and sanitation - but the sum of the smells was truly revolting and hard to forget. Thank goodness I'd never have to smell that again...
...until 9th grade Spanish class. Dear Mrs. S, probably in her late 30's/early 40's, was a very affable instructor. But I'll never forget when she leaned over my desk one day to check my homework and Holy Crap! Fish Farm! I'm not sure if she had just had a perm, was trying a strange new hairspray, or had smoked salmon for breakfast, but yikes!
My friend Jennifer, best friends with Mrs. S's daughter, later mentioned that Mrs. S wore Dune by Dior. Well, you can imagine how many years passed until I could actually summon the courage to test out Dune. When I finally did imagine my surprise when it turned out to be entirely NOT Fish Farm but an incredible airy scent of lily, lichen and amber.
I now believe that Dune was not the culprit behind the mystery scent of my 9th grade Spanish teacher, but every time I wear it or think of it, there's always an echo of the Fish Farm and Mrs. S and a shudder of fear.
Ever had a teacher nearly ruin a scent for you?