Houseguests make fun of me for what I called my “great hotels of the world soap collection.” Yes, I haven’t had to buy a bar of soap or any shampoo in years, but more than that—memories are made of this.
I have baskets of lovely soaps, shampoos, and body lotion from some of the world’s greatest hotels. I don’t save your average chain hotel soap, understand—only special bars. And when I open that green, plastic case that contains a bar of Hermes soap, the fragrance brings back the memory of my first visit to Asia, when a butler at the spectacular waterfront hotel in Hong Kong called The Regent (now the InterContinental) presented to me a basket of expensive soaps to choose from when I checked into my room.
I chose the Hermes because I didn’t know the company made soap.
And while I later found it priced at about $20 in a retail shop—and this was about 30 years ago—I was impressed. But it’s the tangy fragrance of the soap that takes me there again. If this “Travel Minute” was 10 minutes longer, I could recite a long list of soaps, hotels, and memories. It may sound like an unusual pleasure, but the fragrance of soap that conjures great memories is nothing to be sniffed at.