Wood smoke is one of my favorite smells in the entire world. It’s just one smell, but it holds so many different memories.
When I was very young, around four, I think, my sister and I would go with my grandparents to reenactments of French fur trappers from the sixteen hundreds. Because I was so little I don’t remember them much, but there was always the smell of wood because it was at a camp ground. Now, when I smell the combination of wood smoke and a late summer evening, I will always be reminded of some of the happiest memories I have with my grandparents.
I’m so in awe of the fact that something so small can impact you so much. I have a memory for pretty much any combination of wood smoke.
- Wood smoke and winter = my grandparents farm
- Wood smoke and summer = cook-outs with one of my favorite neighbors
- Wood smoke and fall = carving pumpkins with my cousin and sister
I know I go on and on about smells, but that’s because they’re so cool, and they feel so good. Every time I “smell a memory”, if you will, it makes me so happy.