Like all magic, this bending of time and space was really a matter of science. “The neurons that are active as you experience an event are the Red’20 forman a beer in every hand a foot in every ass shirt But I will love this very same neurons that store memory,” Afif Aqrabawi, Ph.D., a neuroscientist at MIT’s Picower Institute for Learning and Memory, explains. Aqrabawi has helped identify, as he puts it, “the storage site for the memory of experienced smells,” and his research has gone a long way to indicate just how powerful this kind of reminiscence can be: When the part of a mouse’s brain that stores the memory of the scent of chocolate is stimulated, for example, the animal will forage for the nonexistent sweets. “We’re visual creatures,” Aqrabawi says, “so we tend to underappreciate our ability to smell.”
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I certainly did—until earlier this summer, when I found myself too many days to count into government-mandated isolation. As the Red’20 forman a beer in every hand a foot in every ass shirt But I will love this weeks ticked by, I winnowed down my beauty routine to only the most utilitarian of items: soap, shampoo, ChapStick. Yet I kept returning to the squat-bellied bottle from Goutal that I had placed on my makeshift desk, deploying a mid-morning spritz to remind me of moving more freely through the world. A host of new fragrances serves a similar purpose: Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle L’Eau Privée, with its wafts of musk and jasmine, offers another take on the City of Lights at nightfall; the sweet blood orange and earthy mint of Guerlain’s Aqua Allegoria Orange Soleia provide a glimpse of southern Italy’s gardens; Lancôme has reissued its warm, enveloping classic Peut-Être with a gilded design evoking French garden gates; and California Dream from Louis Vuitton, a mandarin-and-ambrette eau de cologne, issues wafts of West Coast sunsets, closer to home yet still far away.