deformation professionelle

Back from a 3-day meeting at a magic place, on the banks of Lake Geneva, in a former monastery, with wonderful huge trees, producing pollen like crazy and leading to quite a few hatschi's.
The wall of the entire building were covered with blue flowers hanging down like a gigantic flowery water fall producing a cascade of an airy, musky, sweet scent.
It was growing in intensity at dusk and was ...well, kind of a natural flower bomb.

The scent was somewhat light, airy and reminding of Hexylsalicylate and other salicylates. I found it wonderful, but would have wished it a little bit darker, woodier. Et voila, this is what I call deformation professionelle. A place to observe this effect in pure form: Hospitals. Enter a hospital as a patient and you will realize that somehow you have transformed into a huge baby, being the focal point of empatic activities. The nurse will sing gentle words, ask you how you are doing, a melody of tender empatic lovely care which is the result of 1000 times the same question.
The same is true here, a sniff which sets in motion a brain that tries to figure out how the scent message is composed, and how nature could be improved. Or modified, or brought to perfection or abstracted, to make if fit better with one's expectation. Thus, my dear Wisteria, I would like to have you a little bit less present, I would like to crown your sweetness with a brown line of Ambrein and add a touch crispiness to it, just to make you ... perfect? Well, I guess you are perfect in a sense. So, I would like to make you different!

(Pix: Chinese Wisteria, Copyright Floridata.com, Jack Scheper, see also floridata.com )