Scents wasn't a typo. It is said that one's sense of smell is most closely associated with memory, and I am convinced it is true. Tonight I was cooking dinner for my lady and I and, when I went to get some spices, I noticed the little container of cloves. It hadn't been opended since last Christmas eve. When I opened it, the whole kitchen was filled with it and I swear in 5 seconds every memory of every Christmas ran through my mind - from my mother's kitchen in the 60's till now. And I started thinking of other scents of my life . . . . Honeysuckle. Growing up in the Appalachian mountains in the SE US, it was everywhere in the summer. When I smell it now, my childhood of 40 years ago seems so fresh. My adult scent is a weird one - wet dog. I never had children of my own and, at 51, I never will. So my dogs have been my children. Whenever my dog (Betsy the Basset) gets wet, my other dogs of my adult life come to life. I've been lucky in that my two other dogs lived to ripe old ages. When Betsy is wet, old Newton and Jackson are with me again. As a chemist, most of my sense of smell is rubbish. But these three are magical. How about yours?