Maria bought me a trivet made of a cross-section of an acacia tree. Rhiannon took a smell of it and said “that’s the smell of my childhood”. She says it’s the smell of one of my leather jackets that I probably wore at a campfire once.
If you’ve never smelled Acacia, there’s no real way to describe it. Acacia smoke is the smell of Maasai bomas and every carving you ever get from Kenya.
It’s always amazing to me how a smell can bring back such strong memories.