Several years ago, my son and I went to a conference in San Antonio. When we drove home we took the back-roads and drove through Fredericksburg during peach time and stopped by a roadside stand and bought a basketful of peaches. Oh the delight of biting into a peach ripened on the tree. The flavor made me want to drive back and buy more peaches. And they smelled. My mouth waters just thinking about it. It not like those little flavorless rocks you find in the store. No these were full blown delights the way nature planned them.
I remembered in an earlier book I wrote where the hero and heroine met in the peach orchard to 'make-out". As an adult whenever the hero would smell peaches, he'd remembered his first love. What smells from your childhood evoke memories?