There’s this part in Prousts In search of a lost time where he recounts eating a certain sweets that kinda teleports him back to a moment in his childhood. I to

There’s this part in Prousts In search of a lost time where he recounts eating a certain sweets that kinda teleports him back to a moment in his childhood. I too experienced a similar thing once while visiting someone who just wiped their floors with a certain cleaner that my mom used that I haven’t smelled in ages. The smell took me back to a place and time I’ve long forgotten, and it was sudden and vivid and intense