Magnolia, in all its forms, has inspired such beauty. From perfumes to plays and films, magnolia is the heart center. The fat droopy flowers grow on trees with sturdy dark branches. When they first blossom in the spring, they are pink but eventually they turn white. My earliest memory of magnolia is when I first visited what would be my home for four years, Washington College. The cater walk there is lined with magnolia trees. When they’re all in bloom it can really be impressive. The first morning they all bloom, if you’re up, it’s the sweetest thing. In the middle of the night junior year, a friend and I wondered away from a party (to most likely complain about that party). We found ourselves sitting under one of the magnolias just laughing and being giddy with our drunkenness. There is something so soothing about magnolias and their lemony fragrance.
That refreshing fragrance and the way it can overpower the nose has to be why it’s provoked what it has. When I think about what the film Magnolia and the play (turned film) Steel Magnolias have in common along with one of my favorite perfumes, Magnolia by Commodity Goods, the only thing I can think of is the romance for better or worse with nostalgia. The film Magnolia’s driving force appears to be the drama around reconciling things that have passed, while Steel Magnolias deals mainly with the process of accepting things one cannot change or embracing–depending on how you look at it. Meanwhile the perfume Magnolia is described as a love story marrying white florals and dewy greens. When I think of magnolias I think of the south and my campus and that musky zesty fragrance that wafts around your nose bringing about refreshing comfort. I think of that feeling you get right after a good memory has passed or right after your mind has been made up about something from moments past. The flower’s origin is rooted in remembering, for it’s named the 17th century french botanist Pierre Magnol. Magnolia even looks like the word nostalgia.
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