Collection of smell memories of home and first smell memories of London-Britain by Semra Eren-Nijhar

‘As my mother was working, my grandmother was looking after me; my first memory of smell is the scent of my grandmother’s Rose water.

Rice was my home smell and still is. For me home equals rice.

When we left the airport the first day we arrived in Britain, I smelled the rain. The smell of rain is still with me till today and is the smell of Britain.

I do use the fragrance ‘Guilty’ by Gucci.’