I was chopping up celery the other day to put in soup and the smell took me back to my childhood when we would catch the number 20 bus to Eccles and it stopped right outside the market where a stall sold celery and the smell always invaded the bus as there were no doors on buses back then...(60s). I found the memory overwelming and yet I have chopped up celery times over the 45 years since I left the area.
Are there any smells that take you back like that?