Smells of Summers Past

Proust knew the power of the senses to recall moments past, but science has only recently caught up. Our noses, at least, are organs of memory. Smells transport us—like evanescent time machines.

Here on the East Coast, humid, sweltering summers yield the vegetal scents—fetid and sweet–that open a thousand doors to the past. Is this part of summer’s recipe for relaxing us? To deliver us–through an olfactory seduction–to certain weightless moments of childhood and youth, unlading us of our cares? Continue reading