The Power of Smell

This morning I was reminded of a fond memory. As I sat on the bus on my way to work I caught a word of a familiar scent. It was the scent of my father when he would come home from work late into the evening. To most the scent would be chemically and repulsive, but linked to my memory it is the scent of fond memory. My father used to come home smelling of something that was used in the production of cultures marbel. Maybe one day I may find out what it was exactly.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of scents will drum up family memories for my own children.