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The smell of coffee grounds reminds me of staying home sick when I was little. If I was vomiting, I'd be given an empty coffee can to puke into. The lingering metallic coffee odor paired up with the feeling of being sick and imprinted on me in a way that still takes me back to those awful days when I smell it.
Sometimes I still smell you, usually when I'm distracted by something else. Then a woosh! of new air comes by me and I smell you. I know it isn't you, you've been gone for a long time. I can't remember the last time I saw you...but when I smell that scent that seems to linger for hours in my brain, I remember...
Something about the aftertaste of this diluted tea reminds me of the smell that the old electric mixer gave off at my grandparents’ house when I was little. Whenever it was used to mix up mashed potatoes, a warm, familiar smell would come from its motor, casting an aura of comfort and nostalgia through the kitchen.