When I was younger, I was surrendered by nice warm cuddly scents. Whether that was scents of food, perfume, nail polish, or my newly washed school uniform it was amazing. 

At those moments those scents were scents that lasted for their time period, and I would always associate smells based on the moments I smelt them. 

If I smelled my uniform I was envisioning my mom washing the clothes. If I smelled rice I would remember the time I was sleeping smelling my mom cooking.

I never knew these smells would ever have a lasting effect on me. It came this one day when I was in school doing my work. I went up to the teachers desk and started smelling something. It was sweet yet warm. I could exactly put my hand on what I was smelling but it smelled very nostalgic.

I was contemplating whether to ask what it was, or where to shut up and let the smell pass by. But for some reason I could help it, it was getting stronger and stronger and that only flared my nose more and more.

I finally took it upon myself to ask, and when she told me the name my eyes widened. It was the perfume I was using when I was a kid. I remembered trying to find it all along, but someone the one teacher I barely talked to had it. I didn’t know if this was a coincidence or what but it was a crazy experience.