Tina, here. Scent is so powerful. Conjuring people, places and the sweetest (or the saddest) memories of our lives. I remember what my grandmother smelled like. Joy by Jean Patou. My mother, Anais Anais. My sister, Tiffany. My Aunt Coco, Diorissimo. I know the smell of our summer place in Beersheba Springs, TN (must with [...]

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