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Saw a beautiful frangipani tree today and picked a handful of frangipanis on the ground. The recurring smell of the frangipani has made me returning to my childhood, at the garden where my mom and I used to picked frangipanis on the ground. She tied them up like a ball and hung it near the door frame. I remember vividly that I sniffed the wind for the spicy sweet scent whenever the wind blew.

Scents always link to memories of places and moments. It is amazing that sometimes a smell can trigger memories of events long past.

Whenever I get a whiff of soy sauce or a redolent scent of softener, I am back in my grandmother’s kitchen. It often makes me warm and yet, homesick.

I do not know how to tie the frangipanis into a ball. I can only put them in a bowl. My living room does not smell frangipani at all but guess what, my fingers do. :)

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