This portion of the great American road trip winds its way through the blue highways of Appalachia, up and down the backroads through of an endless vision of the mountains. Inspired fragrances capture enchanting snapshots of summer - let them transport you back to your most cherished moments, or take you where you’ve never been.
Every Saturday morning you pick up a pint of fresh-picked blueberries from your favorite farm stand, and every Sunday you bake a batch of your famous blueberry muffins. You always think they'll last til the Monday. But they never do.
The perfect summertime evening goes something like this - watching the sun go down while you lounge lazily on the front porch. Beads of condensation gathering on a glass of ice cold lemonade while the cardinals sing, and you just swing and swing.
As you glide down the state highway, it’s easy to imagine a picturesque existence in one of the farm houses you pass. You’d sit on the front porch with a glass of sweet tea listening to the strums of a guitar, while in the yard clean laundry danced with the afternoon breeze. And life would be good.
Sitting creekside while the doleful strains of a bluegrass fiddle and a mandolin waft your way, the air smells sweet, redolent of recently cut grass, wet earth trampled carelessly, and somehow - mysteriously - the scent of wildflower honey.
You can't really put your finger on what home smells like, but the minute you walk through the door, it's unmistakable. It smells like all the good things that ever happened to you and some of the bittersweet ones, too, but you wouldn't trade them for anything because they're what made you, you.