The girls in my 7th grade class began wearing the scents, which cost around $15 at the time — cheap enough to swing but slightly fancier than a body spray from Victoria’s Secret. But the adults in my life were just as enamored. I have a vague memory of seeing Tomato in my mom’s friend’s bathroom. For what it’s worth my scent was Madeleine, as if I wanted everyone to be shot into Proustian reverie just by sitting behind me in Social Studies. (At the time I did not know who Proust was.)

— Read more in This Food-Scented Moment Is Giving Me a Demeter Flashback at Eater.