The good smell of citrus is a delight, making me feel both invigorated and content. My cousin even made me some orange potpourri, though it's not very practical (or subtle) to inhale in public. People look at me funny:
Unfortunately, public spaces are where bad smells run rampant. So I began searching for a way to take good smells with me without an attention-grabbing bowl.
Have you heard of aromatherapy oils? I found this bottle of Fragrant Reflections™ Orange-Mandarin oil at the dollar store, and knew it would lead to a priceless solution to those nasty public smells. It would also be a crocheted solution!
I crocheted this yellow pad that soaks the citrus oil and acts as a scent diffuser. The plastic cylinder would help direct that scent to my nose.
I added yellow stripes to provide a visual warning to others in a crowded space, since I didn't want this creation getting accidentally crushed!
Then I stitched a carrying handle onto the back of this aromatherapy device. Transportable!
The citrus smell is represented by this oddly-familiar symbol, with its black shapes resembling the rinds of an orange slice.
The heat from these lights helps release the citrus scent and would make night-time aromatherapy sessions possible!
And here is the completed project: the Aromatherapy Transportable Olfactory Machine. Or, the A.T.O.M.:
This video provides a 360° view of the A.T.O.M.:
When I arrived at the next subway station, police vehicles were converging above ground. Whatever the reason, the scene looked like trouble and I didn't want to get in the way.
When officers began jumping out of their cars with firearms drawn, I decided to quicken my pace. This hectic environment was no place for an aromatherapy session!
I was nearly caught in a crossfire of bullets in this stairwell, but I jumped the hand railing and narrowly escaped harm.
At this point, my danger levels were on red alert. Was I the mistaken target of a manhunt?
With the wail of sirens and helicopter blades in the air, I decided to hide my coloured hair and go under cover. When night descended, a flashlight and the A.T.O.M.'s reassuring glow were my only guides to escape.
As darkness gave way to light, I stumbled onto a grassy oasis that was far from S.W.A.T. teams or public smells. And it was in this open field—under a fruit tree—where I felt free to inhale the refreshing smell of oranges from the A.T.O.M.'s dollar-store aromatherapy oils.
By sunrise, my frazzled nerves were soothed and my aura was realigned with Mother Earth.
I'll never know why I was chased on the same day I used the A.T.O.M. in public. Bizarre coincidence? Mistaken identity? And why the worried stares on the subway? I should add more citrus symbols onto the A.T.O.M. to make its purpose clearer.
For now, I'll only use my Aromatherapy Transportable Olfactory Machine in this soothing orchard hideaway.
I do plan to take the A.T.O.M. to the opening ceremonies of the 2010 Olympics here in Vancouver. With the crush of public crowds and bad smells, it'll be the perfect testing ground for more A.T.O.M.-a-therapy!