The perfume – Paris from YSL. I always wore it when my grandchildren were babies. I hoped they would know and so trust me by my smell!
Florists… even passing one now reminds me of the days my daughters got married. The house was full of the perfume of flowers.
Finally – oranges! During the last war we went to the cinema, sometimes twice a week. Oranges were so scarce people queued and came for miles if they heard a shop had some. Imagine smelling an orange that some lucky person was eating…
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