There's a smell that makes me fall in love. Standing in line at the post office self-ship kiosk - rounding the cat food aisle at the grocery store - walking past strangers on the street - I'm struck by it a few times a month. The urge it pulls out of me is so strong, I struggle to keep my feet on course. However, as sweet and warm as it smells and makes me feel, I can't put my finger on what my nose can. I think I'd rather not. I'd rather my heart flutter and prepare the rest of my body for remembering.