Time to...ugh

Certain smells take me to all the wrong places.  Estee Lauder's Youth Dew reminds me of car sickness, with my sister, my mother and I all crammed into a Ford Cortina driving to Leicester to see my aunt Elsie on Boxing Day, all of us lavishly coated in Youth Dew as my father had panicked in Harrods and bought all three of us a bottle of the stuff.   Lynx takes me right back to the boys changing rooms at secondary school and fifteen pubescent boys bursting out of the room in a cloud of competing Lynx odours, sweaty feet and testosterone.  This Mandara Spa Island Paradise bath foam stuff smelled to me inescapably of Immac.  My nose wrinkled as soon as I poured it out and all I smelled was hair remover.  The bubbles lasted long and all that was great, but the smell was just foul.