Colonel Sanders. 
Good Lordy, MoB readers. I ask you: Is there any smell better than KFC takeout? As Chase and I brought home the chicken last night, we both did our best not to dig in before we reached our kitchen table. Luckily, fried chicken is a bit messier than stealing a McDonald’s French fry or ten two from the takeout bag. At the risk of spreading a sheen of oil all over the fine upholstery of the 2002 mini-van, we kept it together and patiently waited until we got home. Still we couldn’t help discussing the torture:
Chase: I think this is the best smell in the entire world.
Me: I know, right. They should make a perfume out of the KFC smell. I wonder if people would buy it?
Chase: Yeah – that and Auntie Anne’s Pretzels. I mean you can NOT walk near an Auntie Anne’s without buying one of those things. THAT is a good smell.
And while in all seriousness I can’t see adults of a certain sophistication level purchasing such a scent, my mind began to wander to additional possibilities. Imagine snuggling up to your significant other, nuzzling their neck and breathing in deeply, enjoying the smell of …..
Bacon
Pancakes
Brisket
Bar-b-que pork
Melted butter
Shrimp fried rice
Cheese fondue
Thanksgiving turkey
Oh the list goes on and on… and frankly, it seems much more appealing than some of the signature scents that are on the market today. Why wear Britney Spears or Kim Kardashian when you can wear Oscar Meyer or Frank Perdue?
I was all ready to quit my job and open a laboratory where these fragrances could be developed, tested and commercialized when I got into my van this morning to take Chase to school and the waft of day old fried chicken hit me like a 2 x 4 in the nose. It seems the smell is really best enjoyed when it is fresh. Back to the drawing board, or in this case - the drive through window.
