Dad's Nose

As of late, I like to ask friends and family what their noses think. My dad has a rather large nose, and, might I add, one with expensive taste. Although he doesn't know it. This Hermes soap happens to be one of his favorite smells, because it reminds him of a family trip to Italy. As you may or may not know, smell is intrinsically liked to memory. The soap actually came in miniature size in the hotel bathroom. (Ti amo Roma!) Can you imagine checking in to a hotel room in the US and finding Hermes? Not so much. Ever since that trip, my mother, like a magician pulling rabbits out of a hat, manages to produce mini Hermes soap bars for my father.