memory (very mild loss/death reference)
Somebody entered the cafe reeking of Halloween candy, and I am now paralyzed by nostalgia.
Olfactory memory is weird. The scent of candy corn brings my late father back. The scent of air conditioner fluid turns Florida back into an inviting, friendly place. (Formative ice cream parlor. Long story.) The scent of cloves makes me 19 and agonizingly insecure. Maybe someday I'll order an espresso at some NOLA cafe and twitch, because I'll be here & now again.