aromatic raze there's a smell from my childhood i can almost touch it's so vivid, but i can't describe it, and i can't for the life of me remember what food or object it was attached to. if i ever do remember, i'm going to scream with happiness. it's the smell of nostalgia on steroids in the form of a single puzzle piece that has nothing to connect itself to and no box cover to show what its brethren are supposed to look like. the older i get, the more my mind seems to look to the aromas of people and things as placeholders and tipping points. it's interesting how that happens. 140307 ... raze (e.g., memories_of_smells) 140307 ... iamtruth It smells like shit. 140308 ... flowerock That's exactly how I felt about the_smell_of_pot between preschool when my mom stopped smoking around me and the time that I came across it again, joyous to find the source of "the smell", it was a wonderful day that day of connecting memory to source. 140308 ... flowerock I recently smelled daffodils again too, whew! right back to digging for worms in my grandpa's back yard in Seattle by the stream. I have always loved daffodils, as a little toddler they were like place markers, I knew what the daffodils looked like where ever I went, like an address. 140309 what's it to you? who go blather from