Finally, the first rain... and its wonderous smell. What smells send you back and where do you go?

Homemade pickles make me think of Ukraine.

Many places you can go with this question and not all of them nice.

The smell of spring, that first day that you walk outside and smell spring! that takes me back to my youngest days in Reading PA living with Yaya and pop pop. Ahhhhhhhhhhh

The smell of cinnamon send me back to my childhood.

The smell of baking bread… reminds me of my grandmother’s house… she was always baking bread… and it was delicious!

Freshly ground or brewed coffee. Takes me everywhere!

Cheap plastic – takes me back to being a youngster at Christmas and unwrapping my first action man.

Coffee, remind me of the mornings at my moms house.. She passed away 2002..
Rain brings me back to a time in my life where I felt so happy, I love rain it reminds me of a warm blanket, good movie.. family time
and finally i would have to say pancakes… My husband, you know when he is cooking…

The scent of fresh pine trees reminds me of camping with my father in Colorado. I go to Christmas tree lots just to breathe the air and bring back those memories.