The olfactory nerve bridges the nose to the amygdala and hippocampus in the brain. It is no wonder, then, that my lotion reminds me of stepping out of cold showers in the Philippines, of physics tutorials in first year, traffic lights, a song. The perfume of my childhood is a colourful blend of plywood and satsuma essence and seawater. Petrichor and paint and smoke during sunset. Old classrooms. Tarpaulins. It is convoluted. It is rich.
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The olfactory nerve bridges the nose to the amygdala and hippocampus in the brain. It is no wonder, then, that my lotion reminds me of stepping out of cold showers in the Philippines, of physics tutorials in first year, traffic lights, a song. The perfume of my childhood is a colourful blend of plywood and satsuma essence and seawater. Petrichor and paint and smoke during sunset. Old classrooms. Tarpaulins. It is convoluted. It is rich.