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Haliday's avatar

Several things come to mind:

1)if you haven’t, read the book Perfume. It is the best book with smell as a central organizing principle.

2)When I was in kindergarten, I would run up stairs to all the neighbors’ porches and open their doors to inhale. I had figured out that all houses smelled differently and I wanted the new smell experience.

3)my grandfather’s garage which smells of gasoline and Valvoline along with chiclets and dozens of packs of playing cards in rows of metal cabinets from the inventory of the family hardware store that was sold in my youth.

4)4711, the smell of my mother. Which I wear everyday.

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Linda B's avatar

Balsam pine. Oh man! Yeah. I'm transported to the woods at Squam Lake, Holderness NH...an art retreat. The 1st time I dared to defy my controlling (now ex) husband. I learned myself. And I learned that 150 women can get along with no drama, and become sisters, family. Yep, it's the Balsam pine every time.

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