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Wake up and smell the bread

Scent is memory; it is visceral. The smell of food tied to family and culture, of the skin of tiny babies, of making love, of fresh bread, flowers, of vanilla, warm summer nights, of soap in the shower, of rain. It anchors us, helps us make sense of the world. The scent of a scent can transport us to a person or a place long-buried in memory.

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