Captured memories.

If I smell a particular aftershave it takes me back to a school disco where a boy tried to kiss me. God knows what he was doing wearing his dad's aftershave, his balls hadn't even dropped yet. I was horrified, I had no idea what the hell was going on. It was the 70s and snogging hadn't been invented yet. I think I may have bit him.

And whenever I eat this lush jam it'll take me back to a magical autumn day picking and scoffing raspberries with my niece, singing Abba songs with bright red stained mouths.