This one was also submitted Sara of Amali Jewelry (see Daily Candy post here!)
My grandfather, who I adored, died when I was 16. Every once in a while, I get a waft of his aftershave and my memories come pouring back. Sometimes, I'll be with my sister when it happens, and we both stop what we're doing, look at each other, breath deeply, and someone says "I smell him." We then go on a search to find the man with the goods so we can solve our puzzle, but to this day, this delightful scent has no name.
after my grandmother died, my mother gave me her perfume bottle to remember her by.
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