Fragrances, aromas, certain smells have a direct line into our brain.
My mind recreates sick days as a child with mom making me cinnamon toast for breakfast whenever I walk into work and inhale that wonderful aroma from the Hebron kitchen.
Just a whiff of a perfume might evoke strong memories of an aunt, mom, or girlfriend.
It's a universal aroma - that of fresh cut grass. That smell creates different feelings in each of us. I think about putting the electric Black & Decker mower away and coiling up 250 feet of extension cords.
Late summer days with heat and humidity take on a smell of their own. A heavy scent that hangs in the air five feet off the ground.
You have a few more days, if you live in this part of the world, to sniff the Lilac bushes in full flower or delicate crab apple blossoms on display. It's a smell of spring. It announces the coming of summer. It's a scent of warmth.
The scent of spring gives way to the smells of summer and the musky mists of autumn and the cold, hold your breath aroma of biting cold.
That's when we go inside - for the comforting smell of bacon frying in a pan; hot coffee pouring in a cup; and chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven.
A flower of any name may be as sweet, perhaps, but each smell is a memory indelibly leaving its mark in our brains.
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