They say scent has the strongest tie to memory, that when you lose someone you remember more the smell of them then the person over time. I think for me at least it's true.
When I think of my mom I don't remember smiles or laughs or even the color of her eyes, I remember smells. I remember the way she smelled when she pulled me close for a hug and kiss good night, cookies and menthol cigarettes. Or how on special occasions she smelled of White Shoulders, the only perfume I ever knew my mother to wear. A perfume that stopped being made not too long after she passed.
For a time after she died I had the half used bottle of her perfume to comfo