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I do vaguely recall that my point was about visual sightings being triggers almost as much as olofactory ones.

Marcel Proust, a French writer has become famous, for amongst other things, his description of how a French sweet (madeleines) could recall whole episodes of food and the like.

For me recently, it was seeing, here in the Swiss Alps, a patch of ice plant.

When my family returned from a stint in Hawaii, I was sent to boarding school, whilst my parents rented a house in Southern California and started building one in the same city.

Many years later what started out as the first house in the residential area was surrounded by more. And they even built up the hills.

In Southern California the heat in the summer can be horrendous and many plants don’t survive: ok tumble weeds kept me in one whole Easter vacation and cactus is ok.

But once things were developed the sloping banks around their house were all planted with what was called ice plant: why in an area where there was never ice?

But I later learned that it was one of those rare plants than can take extreme temperatures: in both directions.

It always warms my heart to see it come out here in the alps in the summer.

Fond memories of childhood, triggered not by a smell, but by a sight.