If Innocence had a Fragrance…
I think this would be it. I received these soaps at work for my birthday. The whole happy-birthday-the-toilet-has ceased-to-function scenario kept me from placing them in our French themed downstairs cloaca powder room. Instead, having been deemed “too nice to use,” they sit on my bedside table, the chipped Wedgwood saucer making an absolutely perfect home. White lilac when I drift off to sleep. White lilac first thing in the morning. Every day a split second when I once again feel the innocence of a five-year-old carrying a bouquet of lilacs for teacher onto the bus. Innocence.