There is a certain type of bush which grew somewhere in the village where I grew up which has pink flowers and a very strong fruity smell. Where I live now whether I turn left out of the door to go to the metro station, or right to go the supermarket, I pass one of these bushes and get a big waft of my childhood.
In case I get too sentimental though, there is a bush at the end of my street, outside the nursery, that smells of dog shit.
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