I always find it fascinating how certain scents, aromas and fragrances can jog my memory. Some so often interlinked with a vivid recollection. I always find it fascinating how certain scents, aromas and fragrances can jog my memory. Some so often interlinked with a vivid recollection. The smell of freshly mown grass always reminds me of my early childhood in the back garden of just one particular old house I lived in as a child. Along with the vision of my father pushing an old ‘push’ mower.
The aroma of fish sauce, no matter how weak or strong takes me back to the times I have spent in Asia wandering through small streets lined with small family shops and restaurants.
Of hay and the time spent again in my childhood at my uncle’s farm. Fresh milk and eggs, and the vision of my young sister’s face as my uncle prepared a lamb for slaughter. Of the dogs waiting patiently as he went about his work. Knowing their treats were not far away.
Only a back yard barbecue can produce that extra special aroma of wood smoke and burning beef flesh and fat. Smouldering into the air and whetting the taste buds of neighbours within a half mile. Of fireworks and bonfires on what was called ‘Cracker Night’ when I was a child. November 5th. Guy Fawkes Night it was.
And lastly of a puppy. The smell of a week old pup always brings me happiness, closeness and beautiful memories of wonderful times.