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Old Aromatherapy: Memory Smells Like Plants

People measure life in years. I believe I have lived mine mostly in fragrances. When I look back, I do not first remember the houses I lived in, the roads I traveled, or the objects I kept. I remember scents. The fragrance of poplar buds announcing spring. The smell of wet oak leaves telling me autumn was already near. The scent of wood smoke carried by a quiet morning breeze, a sign that the atmospheric pressure was changing and that rain would probably follow. Meteorologists have […]

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