My mom was a complete fiend for this.

Same. This and those ugly little rose-shaped soaps she kept out that were for guests only. We rarely had guests so they retained their shape. I had to retrieve the peasant soap from under the sink to wash my hands. 🤦‍♀️

Decorative soap definitely makes the list. She had them in the clothes dressers as well lmao.

***YOU USED THE GUEST SOAP?!!!***

I actually miss this. That stuff smelled like 90's bliss.

It smelled like nothing to me! I never got it, but knowing other people could actually enjoy it is nice.

To me it only smelled good the first week or two, then it smelled like rotting organic material, kinda musty.

Gah. Covered in a thin layer of dust. My kids would probably think it’s some kind of weird-ass trail mix.

The dust and yellowed petals is my first thought. My mom still has a jar I gave her maybe 30 years ago.

I can smell this picture. It's like walking into a Michael's.

Lmao I was thinking the exact same thing. I hated Michael's, always gave me an instant head ache

Michael's or every room in my moms house 30 years ago, take your pick.

My grandmother also had little sacks of it in each of her dresser drawers, so all of her clothing was permanently potpourri scented.

Those little sacks are known as sachets, just in case you didn't know. :)

The Potpourri camp has evolved and has now moved on to “Bath and body works” 3 wick candles. 🕯️ I literally have to budget like $100 a month on these dam things.

Or reed infusers. Higher upfront cost but they last way longer.

Also the 3 wick group has also moved on to wax warmers instead of lighting them up 😂

And now we have Poopourri in our bathrooms. 🤣

And it was never changed out. Just dusty and smelled like chemicals. Every room in the house had color themed potpourri.

Blue potpourri memory unlocked!

And seashells. Which were also dusty.

Dust collector

Our parents had awful taste. And yet I somehow miss it.

I got to where I was practically allergic to the artificial stuff. Like I'd get really bad headaches... to this day I refuse to set foot in a bed bath and beyond anytime close to the holidays.

My mom kept a basket of scented fake peaches in our guest bathroom.

My mother put one in my room as a child and I ate some. We had a lot of Indian snacks so I thought it was one of those. Nearly 40 years later I still viscerally remember the terrible taste and texture.

I ate some at my grandma's house. It looked like a maraschino cherry sliced in half but it did not taste anything like I expected, simply ghastly.

We graduated to essential oils diffusing through wooden sticks.

That wobbly ass ceramic burner with the top heavy container for the potpourri on top and the little cage for the candle in the bottom. 

Yes? Why. It smelled like crap.

I instantly smelled grandma's bathroom circa 1993 when I saw these and got a crazy flashback . Smell really is the strongest memory sense...

I bought this every year for my mom. I would walk directly to the sMe place and buy the exact same gifts every year for everyone. Nope . No autism here folks. Just a dumb kid.

It was an easy go-to gift. Just grab a big plastic bag filled with dry flowers and hand it to mom for a gift. Of course then the bowl in the bathroom was refilled and I was getting a headache every morning.

Wow another blast from the past.

Better than what I provide. Pooporeos

I still have some. I keep a flower garden and make fresh potpourri a few times every summer

Oh man, this hit me unexpectedly hard — hitting a nostalgia nerve that made me both happy and sad.

My mom had it in every room, period. She had special warmers for it and everything.

[still representing](https://i.postimg.cc/ZJWkDZdJ/20240626-084059.jpg)

We had the late nineties version too...large mason jar with a short strand of clear xmas lights inside, filled with potpourri.

You didn't show the can with dude's dick on them, though.

Omg why