The nose knows: When fragrance and memories collide
Young girl enjoying the smell of a pine tree.
I’d been sorting through the children’s memory boxes when a distinctive smell catapulted me back to their early years. It was the washing powder smell from one of their tiny baby blankets.
I traced the soft blue weave and closed my eyes. We’ve since changed brand, but the soapy whiff of lavender brought me right back as if I was the ghost of my own past, sitting folding laundry while the babies cooed beside me. It was a visceral moment that overwhelmed, but in the nicest and most sentimental way.
