The Magic of Smelling the Past

What time-traveling through the nose offers us.

The other day I was looking at an old picture of my grandmother as a child, with her parents, standing on a boardwalk by the sea. Physically touching the brittle, yellow-hued picture gave me plenty of proof of the snapshot’s age, not to mention seeing the dated outfits and hairstyles that marked the time. But it didn’t transport me there. I didn’t reall…