BBC Radio Leicester Thought for the Day

© John Denney 16 August 2008 Pre-recorded




“I say, I say, I say.  My dog’s got no nose.”  “How does he smell?”  “Terrible.”  And that’s a terrible old joke that doesn’t have a lot to do with what I’m going to say.


I went to a well-known lavender farm the other day.  In their café, they sell all sorts of lavender-flavoured food and drink.  I had a cafetière of lavender coffee, and some lavender cake covered in mauve lavender icing, and some lavender fudge.  I didn’t take to the fudge; and the cake had chewy little flower heads of lavender; but the coffee was lavender flavoured and lovely.  The thing is, though, that days later, I’m still carrying the lavender aroma around with me.  Everything tastes and smells of lavender!


There’s something special about smells.  Fifty-odd years ago, my Dad gave my Mum a bottle of “Chanel No. 5” for an anniversary present.  And even today, if I’m in a crowd and catch the merest whiff of that perfume, I immediately think of my Mum.  A little while back, I caught the smell of over-boiled cabbage from someone’s house, and immediately my nose took me to the primary school I briefly attended many decades ago.  And the aroma of baking bread instantly takes me back to my first visit – a school trip - to France, where there was a bakery over the road from the lycée that we used to buy wonderful hot bread from.


Our sense of smell is a wonderful thing, and like so much else, God designed it for our delight.  As it says in the Book of Proverbs: Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart[1].

[1] Proverbs 27:9