There are other smells that always remind me of something in particular. And they have a powerful impact on me and my mood.
I remember driving in my car several years ago and turning on the air. The smell that came out of the vent brought back memories of my first trip to London and it made me really happy. I know this is kind of gross, but I think the smell reminded me of the tube stations there.
Strawberry Shortcake (the doll – not the dessert) reminds me of my bedroom in my family’s second house in Orem.
The smell of swamp coolers reminds me of summer and wanting to run through the sprinklers.
The smell of parking garages always makes me happy because it reminds me of being on vacation.
The smell of wassail reminds me of Christmas night when my family would go to Grandma Durham’s to visit her and any other relatives that were visiting her. She always had wassail simmering on the stove.
Elmer’s rubber cement reminds me of Sunrise Elementary.
Pot roast reminds me of being little and waking up from a nap on Sunday afternoons.
Brand new tennis balls remind me of my Grandpa Christensen.
Cellars remind me of my Great Grandma’s house in Payson. And being freaked out when she'd walk down there with me because I was afraid she'd fall and break a hip.
KFC reminds me of wanting to throw up.
Salty air reminds me of family vacations to San Diego.