Bouts of nostalgia often come with a whiff of forgotten smells.

The way the smell of stale cigarettes remind me of old hotel lobbies.

The way the air-freshener at Warehouse reminds me of my JC toilet (I'm not kidding)

The way the smell of cocoa butter moisturizer reminds me of Mauritius

The way a certain perfume reminds me of Paris

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