Scents always trigger memory quicker than any word or song or picture. The smell of Old Spice cologne makes me think of my dad. And whenever we walk past the pastry wholesale shop on our way to the butcher, I smell the aroma of cooking sugar and butter and immediately I’m back in Nikaia, Greece in KAIROS bakery where my husband worked when we first started dating. The smell of rain makes me think of shopping in Germany with my sister. And the smell of freshly cut grass can take me to any number of softball fields where I played on various teams growing up. The smell of “Sweet Honesty” perfume by Avon makes me think of my mom in the summertime when I was only 8 and the smell of tangerines takes me back to St. Nicklaus’ Tag in Germany and putting my boots outside the door for treats.
The smell of peppermint candy makes me think of my paternal grandfather, Buddy Nicholas. And the smell of pine trees, Frito’s, or pecan pie is an instantaneous trip to Mobile, Alabama. The smell of iced tea makes me think of my Aunt Ginger. The smell of Baby Magic lotion makes me think of my firstborn son and how he loved to take a bath in the kitchen sink.
The smell of lemon Carpet Fresh makes me laugh, because my cousin, Jim, empty an entire box of it on the rug in the den one time and even after we vacuumed it all up, no one could walk into the den without their eyes tearing up for about three weeks. The smell of Poison perfume makes me want to vomit. (Someone bathed in it at work when I was pregnant with my first baby.) And the smell of popcorn makes me think of sitting around our living room watching movies together.
The jasmine is filling up my head and reminding me that it’s not my turn on the computer anymore. It’s lovely. I’m going to go sit closer to the balcony door to enjoy it and the other scents of Summer.