Not every memory announces itself.
Some arrive as the faintest trace — a scent on a pillow, the warmth left behind in a room someone has just left. Linen Grove begins with bergamot, bright and briefly 
there. Cotton follows at the heart — clean, familiar, the smell of something well-kept and unhurried. Coconut at the base, barely perceptible, like the 
last warmth of an afternoon that has already passed.

Some things are most felt in their absence.