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Interesting that you mention smells. There are two smells that remind me of my grandparents.
One is the smell of a grease trap. For a time, they lived in a small apartment over a Chinese Restaurant in a strip mall. The back entrance had this smell. I found out later in life it was the smell of the grease trap where the restaurant dummped its used oil.
The other is the smell of dirty cigarettes in the garbage. I didn't know what the smell was until I was in University and one of my roommates was a smoker. I went to put something in the garbage and the smell hit me with a vivid memory of my grandparent's apartment.
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