I grew up to the smell of doughnuts, scones, pies, and bread.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Smell is so powerful, you know. My grannies would both bake things like shortbreads and cookies. I think whenever I smell those kinds of things it really takes me back to my childhood.
My mother worked in a chocolate factory, so when I came home from school, I had a piece of baguette with dark chocolate in it. I remember her smelling like chocolate.
I'm just a huge fan of smells, first of all. I have a bit of an obsession with smells.
If you really taste a doughnut, it's pretty disgusting. They taste of grease.
When I think of my childhood, I see my mother, the complete sixties parent, decked in purple frappe silk caftans, the acidic smell of newly stripped pine mingling with incense.
My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.
Everyone knows that there are some odors that send you directly back to memories of your childhood - odors from Christmas time and so forth.
Then my uncle would give off the smell of freshly baked bread which I love.
I love all kinds of bread. Whenever I crave junk food, I want salty things like peanuts or potato chips.
This is what I grew up on in Alsace. It's choucroute. I'd wake up every morning with the smell of cabbage and potatoes and pork.