Scent might be the strongest of the senses, bringing back long-forgotten memories in an instant. Pumpkin pies at Thanksgiving. The first hyacinths in the spring. The smell of my high school band room: Old reeds, teenage hormones and never-cleaned trumpets. That last one may not be one you want to make into a candle.
There’s another scent that I can conjure up in a split second – one I had no idea had its beginnings right here in Cincinnati.
Play-Doh.
Just saying it takes me back to kindergarten where we became mini-Matisses with the colored dough. And the smell. Oh, the smell.
Acrid and comforting at the same time. Which kind of makes sense when you find out that Play-Doh as we know it started its legendary life as a wallpaper cleaner.
