Isn't that just the most amazing thing, though…

For example, the smell of Big Train Spiced Chai takes me directly back to my great grandma Mary's lap, in her rocker in front of the fireplace on Christmas morning, As she hummed Christmas hymns softly in my ear and absentmindedly played with my curls, the warm scent of her was buttery and cinnamony.

She smelled like that from the flurry of baking for which she'd gotten up before dawn to prepare.