My mother always says that the sense of smell is the strongest vehicle for a trip down memory lane. She says that some of the strongest memories of childhood, associated with home, come from cooking smells. I tested this on Shiri and she agreed, so many of her memories have to do with what food I prepared, especially for her.
Another similar experience I remember, from way back, the smell inside an art supply store. In Israel, at the beginning of every school year, we used to go get our school supplies at a small local art supply/stationary type shop. It was the highlight of the end of my summer. The only reason I wasn't extremely upset with going back to school. Ahhhh, the smells of paper, of colored pencils, of oil paints, of leather bound journals. I remember standing in the shop, in no hurry to leave, just taking it all in. Moments of bliss, truly moments of bliss.
|The Original 5 floor Pearl Paint in NYC! A treat if you get a chance...|
Art supply stores that are situated close to an art school are the best!
|One of my favorite stores in Philadelphia|
|I love my Derwent watercolor pencils!|
|Clay/dental tools, very useful!|
And then there is the handmade paper.......... yum.
|Casa Papel, handmade paper store in my neighborhood|
My smells of childhood.