For the last couple of days, I've been walking out the door at work and stepping back into my childhood.
Let me explain. In my neck of the woods, it has been like living in the oven. When you spend time out of doors, it is like being blasted with heat similar to when you open the oven door to take out your lasted baked creation.
Fragrance is powerful aid to memory. Certain aromas can propel you back to different times in your life. For example, when I was a young child, we drove to church past a tire factory. Now, whenever I smell burning rubber, I'm instantly propelled to sitting in the back seat of my parents' car in my church clothes.
"But thank God! He has made us his captives and continues to lead us along in Christ’s triumphal procession. Now he uses us to spread the knowledge of Christ everywhere, like a sweet perfume. Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God. But this fragrance is perceived differently by those who are being saved and by those who are perishing. To those who are perishing, we are a dreadful smell of death and doom. But to those who are being saved, we are a life-giving perfume. And who is adequate for such a task as this?" (2 Corinthians 2:14-16)