A long time ago, in the dark ages of my past, I smoked. Yes, I know, very bad for me. I saw the light of course, and am now 99.9% smoke free (I have the occasional one or two a year). I have friends who smoke regularly though, and tonight Oli sparked up in the car on the way home.
That first smell, the newly lit tobacco smell, always reminds me of being on the schoolbus on the way home, sometime in the summer. An Appleby’s coach it took twenty minutes to get home, and some kids smoked in the back of the bus. The drivers never gave a shit.
That’s what it reminds me of though, even though I smoked for several years. Just another example of how smells stick with memories for life.
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