Have you experienced the transformational power of smell recently? I mean a nice smell rather than teenagers bedrooms or the fakey bubble gum industrial air freshener that wafts from public toilets. I mean a perfume or an aftershave that reminds you of a time in your life that is steeped deep within. For me, a spray of LYNX Africa in the air takes me back to school discos when it clung with sweat and youthful anticipation to the walls and ceilings. A waft of perfume I used to wear growing up takes me right back - no words, no prompts other than the memory tape that unfurls in my head as the scent suddenly arrives, lingers and then wafts away again and with it, the fleeting memory dissolves, travels upwards to the stars, until I smell it again.
The 'Sound' of Cooking
The 'Sound' of Cooking
The 'Sound' of Cooking
Have you experienced the transformational power of smell recently? I mean a nice smell rather than teenagers bedrooms or the fakey bubble gum industrial air freshener that wafts from public toilets. I mean a perfume or an aftershave that reminds you of a time in your life that is steeped deep within. For me, a spray of LYNX Africa in the air takes me back to school discos when it clung with sweat and youthful anticipation to the walls and ceilings. A waft of perfume I used to wear growing up takes me right back - no words, no prompts other than the memory tape that unfurls in my head as the scent suddenly arrives, lingers and then wafts away again and with it, the fleeting memory dissolves, travels upwards to the stars, until I smell it again.