Everyone’s house smells like something, and I want mine to smell like brownies. I know that if you keep smelling the same thing over and over again, there’s a chance you’ll just get used to it…but if it was brownies, then I don’t think you would. I don’t spend a great deal of time in the house anyway, not quite enough to truly get used to the smell. And when I go away on business trips, then I’ll come home and the aroma will be as new.
I realise that’s a difficult criteria to give to a buyers advocate. Melbourne is a growing city of economic significance, the amount of high-end properties in my search area that smell like brownies, but I have faith in the industry.
See, I read recently that a home should be your sanctum, a place where stress can be abolished as you relax in peace and harmony. That’s the idea, anyway. When you have to deal with stressful situations in the home, you should strive to move them to a neutral room where you can cordon off the negativity. That way, the majority of your living space is a place of mental and spiritual rejuvenation. That’s the idea, anyway, and I think it’s been working quite well. But then I read ANOTHER piece that espoused the virtues of engaging the five senses. My grandmother always used to make brownies on special occasions, and we only ever visited her on special occasions, so…positive association.
Too much to ask? Too much to ask, yes. But I need my personal nirvana from the stresses of work. I know Melbourne’s property advocates are up to the challenge of bringing me…something. Maybe just a place with open spaces that can be filled with brownie-flavoured air fresheners. I don’t know if they exist, but I’m sure you can get them custom-made. Or maybe there’s a spray. I’ll ask the advocate. They know things about houses.