I was thinking about how Christopher Brosius already has accords of Doll's Head and Baby Aspirin to placate my desire for the chemical. Today I am wearing a blend of Demeter's Tarnish and Quince which read to me as a dressy meal at my beloved aunt's house.
On a nostalgia trip I thought I'd list a few more scents I adore:
hot pavement, Queens edition
the bare paster walls of the Cy Twombly gallery
the smell of air conditioning inside Baskin Robbins on a humid day