I always seem to write about Identity Smells when I am sitting in Starbucks. Here is the first Identity Smell post. I am once again sitting at Starbucks at the table. The lady across from me just had Vietnamese food. How do I know? The smell showed up once she sat down. She doesn’t look Vietnamese. She’s Asian. She’s sitting right across from me. I’d take a picture, but that might be too much. Actually, she’s smells of perfume and Pho. A great combination – take my word for it.
Here’s the insight. You might be able to smell your identity smell, but probably not. Too bad I can’t capture the smell in this blog post.