Bleach. Sounds weird probably, but my mom used Clorox a lot to clean the house with when I was a kid. It makes me think of home, my childhood, and my mom.
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Gingerbread cookies baking in the oven
I've spent years working on a time machine, but now I understand I've forgotten a key component: bread!
They laughed at me at the Academy. Now they'll see!
The scent of rain or rather when rain falls on dry soil is called petrichor.
Ichor being the fluid that flows like blood in the veins of Gods, and the prefix petro referring to rocks or stones on the ground.
The smell of a god's blood on stones.
Quick, someone call Marcel Proust!
Deep cut reference.
For me it's music. It brings me back when I hear a song that I was listening to during a memorable event in the past.
I wish we were better at bottling these smells up and allow for other usages.
Sun creme, remembers me of sommer vactions at the sea and summer in general