It has now been over half a year since I’ve been inside my grandmother’s house. I visited her garden and said a socially distanced “Hello,” but it wasn’t the same. I missed the smell of her house. I used to stay there for a few nights every so often and I’d always come home smelling “of Granny’s house.” I wish there was a better word for it! I think it’s a combination of home cooking, dust and love.

— Aimee Ross of Inverness on a smell she would archive in her own smell museum. Read more in Welcome to Our Museum of Smells at The New York Times. Hat tip to Eschmeling!