Marcel Proust’s great and famous novel, “Rememberances of Things Past” begins with tasting a little French cake (madeline) when the protaganist was a child, and the rest of the long novel consists of the memories brought back by that taste. If you have not read that novel, read it.
Someone told me he connected a certain smell to playing beatles records of the old kind, because the first time he had played beatles there had been a certain smell to it. When he plays beatles CD’s this smell doesn’t appear. Does this mean that he has lost some identity?
No, he’s just one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Association.