What scent takes you back in time and stirs your memories?

There are actually a number of different scents that I associate with events that happened in the past. One of the more prevalent of these scents, which I didn’t realize before last year, is the smell of a fir tree. When I grew up, my mother and I lived with my grandmother in Germany until I was 8 years old and every year for Christmas she would put up a live fir tree and decorate it while the living room took on the scent of the tree.My grandma always made a great deal of Christmas, decorated the entire house with small figurines, pine tree branches with little ornaments, Christmas wreaths with candles (after the German Advent’s tradition), and baked many Christmas goodies (cookies, the Christ-Stollen, also a German baked good, and gingerbread houses).

In short, I think it was my grandmother who made my Christmas special every year by going out of her way to keep up with all the holiday traditions and creating many memories. After my mother moved in with my stepdad, we always had a fake tree and even after I got married, my husband and I always put up an artificial tree, since it had been our first Christmas tree and had many memories associated with it as well. Last year my husband and I moved to another state and ended up staying with friends over the holiday season.

Since we did not have our own house yet and were still waiting for our household goods to be delivered, it was a rather emotional time for me not having my own Christmas items to put up. So when my friend and her husband went out and got their tree, a real tree, and hung it with ornaments, the scent that swept through their home instantly aroused memories in my head that propelled me back to a Christmas Eve 20 years earlier, when I was sitting in my grandmother’s living room, eating Christmas cookies, cracking open nuts, and peeling mandarins. I instantly grew sad, because 3 years earlier, after I had moved from Germany to the US, my grandmother died a few months before Christmas and the holidays have not been the same since.

This year, however, after we were able to purchase our first home, instead of being sad, I decided to keep her memory alive by getting our very first real fir tree for Christmas. The scent was amazing and every time I inhaled it, a picture of my grandmother swirled through my mind and lovely Christmas memories of two decades ago washed over me.

Dr Pepper. It reminds me of summer at the beach when I was growing up.

The Mimosa flower brings back memories to me. I was walking down a street in New Jersey with the man I fell in love with. He put a flower from the Mimosa tree under my nose it was one of the most beautiful smells ever to me.

That was 22 years ago and I am still reminded of a great Love I have found.

This may seem odd but ... deodorant|deodorants. During different phases of my life I wore different deodorants or cologne|colognes. You know, variety is the spice of life and all that.

Now, any time that I go down the deodorant isle in a store, I can uncap a whole bottle of memories. Degree Sport is like reliving my Junior year of gh School all over again, all for just $2.79. Not a bad price for time travel :-).

Molasses cookies will take me back in time to my childhood when grandma would visit and bring a huge box of these cookies. They were so good, she made a huge box for each of her children and her and grandpa would deliver them on Christmas day. That was Christmas to me, and oh how I miss them.

Every once in a while I think I catch a whiff of those cookies, but Grandma's been gone almost 20 years now.

When I smell the perfume, je reviens by worth, it makes me inexplicably happy. It illicits memories of someone whom I loved very much and who made me feel secure and content. The odd thing is that no one in my conscious memory has ever worn that perfume.

I'm not sure if I believe in reincarnation but that would definitely be one answer to the puzzle. Also, the smell of newly mown grass on a summer's afternoon takes me back to my childhood. Carefree days spent riding my bike, climbing trees and catching fireflies.

The scent of banana bread is a particular favorite, whether during the holidays or any other time of year. When I was very young, my mother and aunt did a lot of baking, and even more baking during the holidays. I loved all the different kinds of breads and cookies we had, but there is something special about the banana bread.

The memorable part of this for me was that everyone else in the family liked banana nut bread, but I didn't like it with nuts. I love the smoother consistency and taste of banana bread without anything crunchy going on in there. Every time my mother baked banana bread, she made three loaves of it at once and one of them was especially for me-- she left the nuts out of that one so I could truly enjoy it.

I still have those three loaf pans she always used. I don't make banana bread very often, but when I do, I still think the smell of it while it is baking is the best part of the deal. URL1 Maybe it's time for a new taste sensation-- I wouldn't mind trying some banana bread ice cream: youtube.com/watch?v=4KVm_LxCTWc.

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