Árboles de naranjos en Sevilla, España
One reader wrote in, “The scent of oranges as the sun goes down in Sevilla.”
Others said, “The smell of jasmine in the air on a fresh April morning in Dubrovnik” and “The feeling of mist on my face while walking in green, green, green County Kerry, Ireland.”
One of my most indelible memories is of being in Istanbul one summer and hearing the muezzin call to prayer echoing from mosques all over the city at dusk. Incredibly powerful and haunting.
The Istanbul skyline at dusk reminds me of the Bay Area.
I also love the scent of wet earth, because when I was a kid my dad used to pile up all of the neighborhood young people into the back of his Datsun pickup (back when this was legal) and take us for a ride through the summer countryside at night, past the orchards and vineyards. I remember the crickets chirping and cicadas droning, balmy wind through our hair, and that loamy scent from the orchards being irrigated.
What are your favorite sensory memories?