is the smelling variation of déjà vu.
There's the smell of a certain soap that reminds me of living in Mexico. I swear it does. I was only 2 years old when we moved out of Mexico but I swear that when I smell this soap the first thing that pops into my head is Mexico.
Summer of '06, I had just graduated high school and I hung out with Peter EVERY single day. And every day he would spray himself with axe. Every single day for 4 months I would smell his axe. And now whenever I smell this axe it takes me back to that summer. I think of Peter and his red 4runner. I think of swimming in Heather's pool and riding Heather's horse. I think of "Cute without the "e" cut from the team" by Taking Back Sunday. And I think about the Northopointe Mall and sometimes I even think about steak 'n' shake.
The smell of 8 o'clock in the morning after a midnight thunderstorm reminds me of the last day of school in 8th grade. The smell of morning time in general reminds me of school k-12.
The smell of Usher's cologne reminds me of my brother.
The smell of skunk reminds me of Idaho and when I'm in GA I don't smell it very often so I miss it.
The smell of coffee reminds me of California
The smell of leather reminds me of my aunt and her tour bus (ask me about her tour bus later!!!)
The smell of babies reminds me of my little sister Dani.
The smell of old spice deoderant reminds me of my dad.
The smell of make-up reminds me of my mom.
And as of this semester the smell of hairspray will always remind me of my roommate Liz Ostler