So the Daily Post asks us about a certain particular smell or smells and the memories they can trigger.
For me, that smell is the smell of old books. Both of my parents, God rest their souls, were avid readers, so we always had books around the house. And, my mother was also the librarian at my high school. I guess over time I’ve come to associate the smell of old books with home and family. That, or I just like the smell.
This is probably one of the reasons I like hanging out at the Midtown Scholar so much. The smell makes it feel homey.
And now, some science. Read below:
I was right all these years, even when the occasional Philistine would look at me as if I were the crazy one for asking him (it has almost always been another guy) if he liked the smell of old books too. Yay me!