I purchased Froot Loops today (mmm!) and when I opened the box and got a whiff of their frooty goodness, I immediately thought of New Jersey. You see, when I was a little kid, my parents wouldn’t let us have sugary cereals – we were stuck with Raisin Bran. The only time we got the good stuff, like Lucky Charms and Trix, was when we visited my grandparents in New Jersey. So, smelling Froot Loops immediately makes me think of the kitchen in that little house in New Jersey.
What bizarre scent-memory locations do you have locked up in your mind, and why?