Isn't it fascinating the way smell can transport you back in time? Rain on a summers day. Eucalyptus oil and menthol on your grandpa's coat. Your ex’s cologne on a stranger. The waft of mum’s noodle soup that makes you yearn of home. Frost on the open road. The regret of last night lingering on your sheets. Winter that cuts the air at last light. It's the gasoline that envelopes the Saigon air. It's the strawberry ice cream when you were five. It's fields of lavender while pedalling through Provence. It's red wine on your mouth and rum on his breath. Love and loss, hope and happiness. Secrets and scars you'll take to the grave. All these things, moments, memories: they're hidden in scents you're either clinging onto or running away from.
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