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

‘My first memory of smell is burnt coffee. I do remember as a four-year-old going out in the playground in the Kindergarten and coming inside and smelling burnt coffee. Our nursery teachers would make coffee for themselves while we were playing outside.

Iceland is a country with fresh air. Wherever you go the air is fresh. I do not have specific memories of home smell, but if any, it would be definitely the fresh air.

I came to Britain in 1992 but I cannot give any different smell as I was used to Iceland.

I stopped using perfume five years ago as I think it’s more natural.’