On Odors of Remembrance
The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs that had left the conscious mind – Thalassa Cruso
And here are some of mine:
- An auto paint shop – My parents’ business had a paint shop in the back. That sharp, acrid scent brings back memories of nickel cokes in bottles, plastic sofas in the waiting room, and Dick, the night watchman who taught me to love the Yankees.
- Emeraude Perfume – My mother’s “everyday” scent, a creamy amber/vanilla mix, a chartreuse liquid in its distinctive bottle.
- The first drops of rain on a paved road – Opening the top half of our Dutch door to inhale the smell rising from the driveway.
- Lilac blossoms – Cutting fresh blossoms, still wet with morning’s dew, my mother wrapping the stems in aluminum foil, to take to my 5th grade teacher.
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