I was in a department store a few months ago when I could suddenly smell my mother. She wasn’t there, and it must have been a perfume she once wore. I tried to follow the scent throughout the store, walking around and sniffing like a coke head, but then it was gone.
I could only detect vanilla in the scent. It recalled to me an otherwise unmemorable moment in the 80s when I was walking beside my mum, and I felt a moment of happiness and calm.
What is a comforting scent to you?
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