I don't smoke and generally I really dislike being around smoke. But this guy in our block smokes in the doorway to the public hallway and he happens to smoke the same brand as my grandparents used to use. It's such a specific smell - it takes me straight back, metaphorically, to the times when I was staying there in the holidays and was about 10 years old. They were such good times that I really don't mind that one particular tobacco smell. It smells like home.
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Diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ICD10)