I reintroduced myself to black licorice the other week. I was shopping, and suddenly I had a craving for something in the sweets isle. However, I did not want my normal candy of choice, peanut M&M’s. Noticing a box of Panda Licorice, childhood memories came flooding back to me!
Grandpa’s red pickup permeated the smell of licorice! Even his carport reeked with the smell of licorice, of which I could never understand because it was exposed to the open air. I thought the air would sweep the smell away. I just convinced myself that Grandpa bought stockpiles of licorice, and hid it in every nook and cranny that he could find. I absolutely love the smell and taste of licorice, because it was Grandpa’s smell.
When the box of Panda Licorice was opened, and I smelled that unique oder tinkling my nose, I was back in the safety of my Grandpa’s lap, and watching his his favorite show, wrestling. It certainly was not my favorite show to watch, but in the name of love I was able to tolerate that one insane love of his!
While I am writing about the smells I associate with Grandpa, I have to mention this. Grandpa was a rockhound. Mom often has said that they couldn’t go to the beach without both of her parents butts ending up in the air, as they were always on the hunt for agates.
Grandpa had a barn full of rocks and equipment that he turned rocks into gems with. There were saws, sanders, buffers, Polishers, and everything else that could be needed that kept his hobby running. I loved sitting in the corner of the barn, and watching him work with his rocks; making some into jewelry. It was his element and his passion. I loved the pure earthy smell of the rocks being grinded! Grandpa never went anywhere without a small handfull of rocks rattling in his pockets, just waiting for his grandchildren to find a unique stone that we had to have.
What smells instantly transport you back into your childhood?
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