Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The smell

Today, I wrote about how kids associate alcohol with the emotions of the parent drinking it. Bullshit study? Maybe. But I just opened a jar of Nutella that I bought weeks ago for a dinner party for which I was making dessert (crepes with Nutella and strawberries), and one whiff and I was 15 again, in Germany. In some incredibly weird way, it's like the smell of my emotional home.

4 comments:

Bowleserised said...

Um, if you pop over to Berlin there's a Russian bar called Trespassers' W in Mitte which serves homebrew hazelnut brandy. Which smells of Nutella. I'm not sure how fatal this combination could be with a bit of nostalgia and Deutschiness thrown in.

rptrcub said...

It's funny how those smells send you back. The smell of pork chops fried in a cast-iron skillet always takes me back to my childhood.

Cynica said...

I was seated in a theatre beside a woman who was wearing the same scent my grandmother wore towards the end of her life. I broke down in tears.

@bowleserised: Rogue brewery in Oregon makes a hazelnut brown ale that is very yummy.

Ian J said...

Nutella throws me right back to Germany, 1992. I'm spreading it on a broetchen in Bayerisch Eisenstein, near the Czech border (we actually found a red-and-white striped border gate in the woods, but no one was manning it), about a half-hour bike ride from Prague. I'm on a vacation from school with my Tutandengruppe -- three other kids and our "tutor" (think guidance counsellor, if every teacher had the duty for a group of kids in school). It was fun, but I was still tentative about being friendly with people. Fortunately, they weren't, so the going was pretty easy.