I just opened and used a bottle of hand lotion given me by a student. I opened it cautiously. When those sweet little buggers buy me perfumed stuff it usually reeks like something dead. This was quite pleasant.
I tipped some lotion into my hand and began to apply it, and was instantly transported to long ago and far away. When I was quite small — still in need of a booster seat — Gram always took me to the same lady at the same beauty shop to get my haircut. I can’t remember one single thing about that lady, except how she smelled — and that was exactly like the lotion I just applied.
Thirty plus years — my nose has quite a good memory. I wish I could remember last week that well.