So evocative, Christina. Love how you imagine what the smell of it might be for your byother. The way smell is linked to memory. I wrote about Youth Dew in my memoir, specifically my grandmother's bottle which – after she died and I inherited her bedroom for a time – had developed the 'off' smell of perfume left in direct sunlight. It was kind of metallic, I remember. And sticky. The lid somehow claggy with a gunk that I couldn't understand.
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So evocative, Christina. Love how you imagine what the smell of it might be for your byother. The way smell is linked to memory. I wrote about Youth Dew in my memoir, specifically my grandmother's bottle which – after she died and I inherited her bedroom for a time – had developed the 'off' smell of perfume left in direct sunlight. It was kind of metallic, I remember. And sticky. The lid somehow claggy with a gunk that I couldn't understand.