Freshly cooked broth from this one shop while walking down the main street in the morning.
Nuts just roasted from the corner store.
Burning corn sold at the street stalls.
Further down the smell of the sea and fish just landed.
Bread freshly backed 24/7 still warm in my hands.
The smell of freshly cut wood pointing towards a little shop working the boxes available everywhere.
Mint always and above all the mint. Fresh or from the teapot
Snails being cooked on the streets.
Melons that have this strong melon smell you’ll never smell in a supermarket.
Soaps and oils made from argan.
Makes one aware how little we smell in Europe and how strongly smells trigger our emotions and memories.
Remember what your grandma’s house smells like? A sunday morning breakfast? Roasting onions and bacon for your favorite pasta sauce?