I’ve been thinking about smells lately. Not necessarily bad odors (though with three kids in the house, there are plenty of those), just the power of memory in regards to one of the main senses.
To me, a fresh box of Crayola crayons or a container of Play-Doh is childhood.
Camel cigarettes smell like corruption.
The scent of brush fire is fear.
…is high school.
Open a bottle of Sea Breeze and all the insecurities of my teen years rush back to me. Or did they ever leave?
What smells trigger your memories, for good or ill?