It's strange but one of my earliest memories was walking past a really old fashioned delicatessen where I grew up with my mum and hating the smell of roasting coffee drifted through the door every time we passed. This would be in the early 1970's, I'm 58 now and being honest, although I love drinking coffee, to this day, I can't stand the smell of beans being roasted! Definitely my earliest memory of a scent has scarred me for life and I've never grown out of it!
What a lovely and well written post. I'm so glad you dropped by and I find someone new to read!
Happy Sunday :-)
Wow. Now we can all agree that scents can keep certain memories etched in our hearts. All these years and it still conjures the same feeling in you.
Thank you so much for this beautiful comment.