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.