For most of my life my mother used a particular bath powder and every night when I was small, she would tuck us in and I thought she was so beautiful and smelled so good. She continued to use that same bath powder until her death. As we cleaned out her house, that bath powder is something that I wanted to keep. It has a place of honor in my current bathroom. The scent is probably fading over the years but every so often when I enter the room I can smell it. It's not everytime...just sometimes.
On the flip side, my father loved liver and onions so my mother cooked it often...way too often. My sister and I hated it and spent many a two hour dinner sitting at the table trying not to gag as we cut that shit into miniscule pieces and tried to mask the taste by burying it in mashed potatoes or some other side dish
It is kinda giving me the dry heaves right now..yuck . That's one I can absolutely do without ever smelling again.
Edit - Certainly not shit photography
Liver and onions, nope not my thing either so I'm with you on that count! 🤮
It's nice what you did with your mother's powder, a really nice way to keep that connection to your mother and your childhood.
Nice work indeed.