Unlike photographs, our memories are our most ardent source of scent records.  Today, in the bustling market of Santiago City (Isabela), my cousin took me around to buy canning supplies and other things I need at home.  While we navigated the interior of the market, a certain smell kept on catching my attention.

Kampupot (single petal crown). Jasminum sambac.  Sampaguita.

Jasminum sambac

The scent takes me back to a lot of places–all pleasant, some antiquated religious practices, or just sheer bliss of enjoying the simple beauty yet complex scent of a sampaguita.  Needless to say, I almost bought them all from the lady vendor.  Now, my house smells like heaven.

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