It happened again. I hurried past the kiosk and I stopped in my tracks. That familiar smell of cigars wafted up my nostrils. For a second I was back in my grandfather's study with his leather spinning chair and scratchy wool Persian carpet. I could almost see the clear glass jar on his desk filled with the rainbow colored peanut m-n-m's. No matter how the adult me feels about tobacco- it is still a smell that not only makes me smile, but also makes feel three again.
Disclaimer: What I wouldn't give to be laying on my belly on that carpet watching, "The Wonderful World of Disney," right now.
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