Wholeheartedly

the brain specifically stores all these smell to memory somewhere along the lobes, the 

valley and trenches, along the cortex of the pisiform. A bulb that switches on as that

of a light bulb when a single whiff passes by the cavity, the tendons, the cartilages

of your nose. 

I know this smell that is so familiar to me that when I do smell it, it brings me back

to a time when I was no more than 18 years old, still in high school, among all

those lockers and double-decker beds, waiting impatiently for the weekends, just

so I can see my parents and threaten to never

let them go. 

How there was this one time when I couldn't wear a certain deodorant around my brother because

I knew it would bring him memories of a girl that he loved like he'd never love before. His every cell,

pints of blood and all his soul emitting the same love for her whilst she

took it all for granted. Giving him a quarter of hers when he gave her all of his. How did I know? He simply

told me. 

-That's the deodorant that she uses. Get that, it smells good. 

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That's how I knew he was a goner. Wanting to smell the fragrance of a lover as a constant.
That was love. 

And also how you associate a certain smell to someone. My mother wears this one perfume all the time.
She has so many but she still

uses the same one every time that for me, that was her smell. To a point of
sheer stubbornness that when I smell that same smell on someone else,

to me it was still my mother. That's my mother. 

-So what do you remember most about your mother?

-J'Adore. My mother smelled of J'Adore. 

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Now isn't that beautiful.