It is strange how scent travels through time and place. How it reconnects you, spatially, with other locations.
I brought home with me- even though I wasn’t trying to.
But everything I have with me is impregnated with incense. I washed my bags and clothes several times prior to hospitalization in order to ‘fit in’ (as if that was ever going to happen). But books smell old papery and agar/benzoin; my underwear umistakeably Kamakura; the weirdest and most unexpected being a bottle of mineral water which not only smelled of incense when I took it from the fridge, but also tasted of it. Cool camphor and patchouli; coldly austere; holy water :creepily delicious
When we moved from our home of 22 years to a rented house, I was often comforted by the fragrance seeping out of cupboards of the White Company’s Winter; we had departed just a few days after Christmas, and belongings must have been impregnated with the scent of orange and clove. Helped my homesickness.
I am glad you took home with you to hospital.
It’s a weird feeling; but yes.
I LOVE anything orange and clove !