We lived in a small town and our phone was on a party line. Kind of like facebook without privacy settings. My older sister Barbara wore perfume. Her favorite scent was "Wind Song". Rita loved watching Barbara get ready for school. She especially enjoyed it when Barbara would give her a little spritz of "Wind Song".
Rita's best friend was a four year old named Tracy. Occasionally Mom would let Rita call Tracy and talk on the phone, much to Rita's delight. Well one time Rita was describing the perfume to Tracy. I remember hearing her say just a minute and she raced off to the bathroom and returned with the perfume bottle.
As a ten year old I didn't pay my little sister's conversation much attention. BIG MISTAKE! I heard Rita say "Do you like the smell?"
Then she listened intently. I heard the repetitive soft whoosh as the spray wafted through the air, and the vapors targeted the phone. I got to the phone just as Rita was saying, "You still can't smell it? OK. I'll spray it again."
I grabbed the almost empty bottle before she could continue spraying. The phone dripped with liquid vapors. Rita looked perplexed. She scrunched up her eyes as she asked, "Why can't Tracy smell the perfume? I kept spraying it so she could."
The phone retained the concentrated scent for what seemed like weeks, before finally dissipating. I remember cutting my own conversations short because I couldn't take the overpowering aroma. As I retrieve this memory I can still catch a whiff of "Wind Song" as it swirls and whispers through my mind.
On a whim I checked to see if "Wind Song" is still available. To my amazement you can still order it from Amazon. The description reads, "Wind Song was launched by the design house of Prince Matchabelli in 1953 and is described as a flowery fragrance. This feminine scent is a blend of florals with fruity, green middle notes finishing with hints of musk and amber."
Hmm, I wonder if Rita would still like this fragrance? Maybe I will order a bottle for her birthday. You see "Wind Song" still sings in my memory.
