Memory by scent
Yesterday I went on an exciting adventure — I went to the mall.
I’ve been to the mall twice…maybe three times?…since the pandemic started. To fully understand how significant this is, when I worked in a downtown office I use to shop nearly every day. Things have changed at the mall —stores have closed down or moved, and there are some new shops. I bought myself a couple of basic tank tops and some baby gifts, and some yummy candles from Bath & Body Works, saving myself the shipping costs I’ve been paying regularly.
Then I went into Sephora, for the first time since the pandemic began.

Image of Sephora store
The smell!
OMG, I stopped dead just inside the door. It was incredible.
I closed my eyes and was transported…I’m not sure where? Back in time? To pre-pandemic when we could travel and shop freely, without worry, when we could try on makeup without a mask and treat ourselves to a new lipstick that people would actually see. To Paris. New York. Los Angeles.
We only got a Sephora store in this city a few years ago — okay, make that a few years pre-pandemic, I’ve lost those recent years. So Sephora was always a special treat when traveling. I was transported to Paris, pre-pandemic, in the summer. To New York — March 2020, the last time I set foot in Sephora. It felt magical and luxurious and beautiful.
This was so vivid and powerful it brought me to tears. I literally wanted to just stand there and breathe in that scent.
It’s only a cosmetics store but I was experiencing carefree life and travel and glamour and small luxuries I haven’t had the pleasure of for years. And in the midst of a pandemic that can rob people of this sense, I’m so grateful for that ability to smell and have that experience.