I ran out of my usual facial moisturizer a few weeks ago. It seems that it's not currently available via Costco (as it once was) and frugal me couldn't stomach the current price tag for a small bottle from other stores, so I picked up a jar of original Oil of Olay.
What I didn't realize when I bought it was that it's the same cream my grandma used when I was growing up, just in a different container. So when I unscrewed the lid, I smelled that familiar scent and was immediately transported back in time. She and I were in front of the big mirror in her dressing area, and I stood next to her and watched as she carefully applied that light pink cream to her face.
It's a blessing that something as simple as a fragrance and a color can elicit such sweet, long-lost memories.
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