A few weeks ago, it hit 65 degF during the day in Boston. The combination of "warm" yet "no vegetation" smelled like the bit of my childhood I spent at my grandparents place in the Bronx. Not necessarily dirty, just humans and buildings and things happening outside. It was one of the most visceral sense recalls I've had in quite some time.
Funny how the shorter bits of nostalgic time have stronger scent mnemonics (at least for me). I have no smells associate with the house I grew up in, but do have ones for my maternal grandparent's place.
Admittedly "smells like Watsonville", while prompting happy memories, is *not* a good smell.
I wold love to send you some as I should not be allowed to have too much summer. Even in February I am prone to burning. (It was a very mild burn, but still!)
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Admittedly "smells like Watsonville", while prompting happy memories, is *not* a good smell.
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Can you send us some of that early summer taste?
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I wold love to send you some as I should not be allowed to have too much summer. Even in February I am prone to burning. (It was a very mild burn, but still!)