Pacquins hand cream. This is the hand cream she would use every night. After dishes were cleaned and put away and after she changed into her nightgown and robe. She'd sit in her chair next to dad, under the glow of the living room lamp, and she would massage her hands with Pacquins.
I had forgotten this scent and memory until recently when I took notice of the aging of my hands and therefore decided to show them some love. Upon opening the jar of hand cream, I was immediately transported back to my childhood days and the sweet memory of my mom.
Recently we cleaned out the home of my late mother-in-law. As we walked into her home, immediately we were greeted with the scent of an apple cinnamon plug-in. This will forever remind me of her.
Scent is a powerful emotional trigger. I'm so thankful for these scents and the memories that come with each sniff.
Love is in the air.