No secret that smells, for whatever reason, are the most evocative of memory of all the senses. I just found this ancient overnight bag under my bed that I used to use when I spend the night with my first serious boyfriend. I found his bottle of Burberry with a tiny trickle left in it and I sprayed a little on my wrist on impulse.......brought bad so many vivid memories of that dude.
Hot asphault in the sun reminds me of going to Six Flags when I was little, a hot curling iron sometimes reminds me when I first used one when I was 9 and was in a beauty pageant. Frijolies cooking remind me of Mexico, etc.
Hot asphault in the sun reminds me of going to Six Flags when I was little, a hot curling iron sometimes reminds me when I first used one when I was 9 and was in a beauty pageant. Frijolies cooking remind me of Mexico, etc.

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