History of the Self: Smell and Memory

150.995 - 188.968 Christina Kim

It's the smell of my mom running after me whenever I'm in my childhood home in California, with a bottle of it, trying to spritz some over my head, a fuss-fuss before we leave the house to smell fresh. And the smell of her reassuring hugs, which let me know I am never alone. SIGHS The top note is crisp, sharp, like a Mediterranean lemon whose yellow-hued brightness makes my nose tingle. SIGHS