weasley scent aesthetic headcanons!
what i, from experience, associate scent wise (and a brief aesthetic) with the weasleys! i’ve always believed scents and fragrances can tell stories of their own, and these storied people deserve their own narratives in every sense - enjoy! <3
warnings: mentions of food/food smelling things throughout
the batch of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven
a tube of your mother’s favorite red lipstick
a glass of iced tea with a sprig of lemon on the back porch in june
earth soiled hands from nurturing the roses in bloom
the warm, freshly washed sheets you curl into with your lover after a good day
popcorn on your first date with your twin flame
ruins of a building once loved - here, once again
the crackling of scarlet leaves in the wind
maple syrup on your best stack of pancakes
the creaky redwood floors - they’re not much, but they’re home
old fashioned pipe tobacco in a billiard room
the fresh pot of coffee in the diner
a good bottle of scotch with your enemy
campfires that go on until 2am in distant woods
a strong oak tree, alone in the forest ahead
catching the sunset from a car window
incense lit on a cold october night
a freshly bloomed lemon tree at daybreak
carnations scattering the bedroom floor
sage pressed into your favorite notebook
a brand new car at a stoplight ticking
an old book you found in the abandoned library
the freshly pressed suit you wear to galas
ink spilled on jaded parchment
your mother’s famous cup of tea on a melancholy night
fred (i got lowkey emotional from this one, i miss you baby :,))
a revved engine with the radio on
your town’s county fair at starlight
the smell of skin after lovemaking in the summer time
carving jack-o-lanterns and telling ghost stories on halloween
the crackle of a firework at midnight
george (also low key got emotional wowowow)
running through the saffron fields with your lover
the old but always reliable cinnamon in the spice cabinet
your town’s county fair at starlight (he and fred share this!)
the coffee cake fresh out of the oven
the whiskey sours your dad makes in a second flat
freshly picked honeysuckle in the kitchen window
desert sand kicked up by a hotrod
cardamom garnish on apple pie
hide and seek in the rain
a babbling brook found in the forest
leaping over wet moss in the woods behind your childhood home
a smooth laying of aftershave lingering on the skin of your lover
the earthy and silken waters of the lake next to your house
a clover uprising in the backyard (against your mother’s will)
a freshly cut lawn, the grass still wet with dew