“fragrance was the sharpest trigger of memory, a transport into forgotten worlds.”
― Anne Rice, Taltos

There are two fragrances that I smell sometimes that remind me of my Nan. Anne.

Violets and Vanilla.

I’ve just walked into my kitchen and been hit, full force, with the fragrance of Vanilla. I almost fainted.

If you have ever smelled real, natural Vanilla you will understand this next bit…Just one whiff can bring on such a sense of warmth and comfort and security. Is this the smell of a mother for a baby or a baby for a mother?

It’s many years since I read Anne Rice’s books about the Mayfair Witches but I remember parts of them.

The story goes to Scotland. Taltos. Smelling of Vanilla.

I may have lost Which Witch is Which but if y’all remember the stories…Was it the Taltos who smelled of Vanilla?

P.S. If you ever feel lonely, lost, afraid – breathe in some vanilla essence.

P.P.S. Not the local ice cream man or the ice cream freezer at Tesco or a random new born baby, please. That’ll just get you arrested for “strange” behaviour :o)