One thing I remember very distinctly from when I was much, much younger is how my grandfather smelled. A very distinct smell that I always attributed to his hea

One thing I remember very distinctly from when I was much, much younger is how my grandfather smelled. A very distinct smell that I always attributed to his heavy tobacco smoking and sweaty manual labor as a master cabinet maker. He died when he was in his sixties, from a heart attack. I was in sixth or seventh grade. A few years ago, I was astonished when I realized that I could smell that exact same smell again. Only this time, to my horror, I discovered that I was now the source of that exact same precise smell. Only I don’t smoke, and my labor is mostly mental. It’s not a knock-you-over-with-body-odor smell. You can cover it with deodorant or other perfumery type of application. But it is the baseline smell, minus all additional covering odors. I finally decided that it must be a combination of genes and aging, since I am now close to the age when I recall that my grandfather smelled like this.