I can remember the sweet smell my mom had when she came in to tuck me into bed. That was when I was ten or younger. She died when I was ten. I'm 42
now.
I don't remember much about her but I can very much still smell her sweet, nice smell.
I've got to admit, I do love me a nice smell or two. I think smells draw you more into the physical world. If you've ever heard of an isolation
tank you'll know what I mean.