From the comforting smell of the washing powder my mother has always used, to the smell of my dogs shampoo, the majority of my scent memories link me to the comfort of home. None however compare to the smell of the pink Imperial Leather soap which my father always used when shaving in the morning – the smell takes me right back to the goodbye hug before school or the arguments about being late because he had decided to shave at the worst possible moment!

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