Today I bought a perfume because of the way it made me feel.

Perfumes have always been, to me, liquid moods you can envelope yourself in. I am a very, very olfactory person and I attach memories to scents and I remember people by the way their skin smells

Checking out Valentina Pink was a strange experience. 

I sprayed it on and took a whiff - instantly I was transported back in time, but to a memory I cannot remember.

My chest immediately constricted and my heart began beating wildly, wanting to escape my chest from the sheer emotion I was suddenly induced to recall - but with no particular memory attached.

It has been an hour since and try as I might I believe the memory was too long ago and too deeply buried but I did know with clarity that Valentina Pink reminded me of something. Something so, so long ago I don't remember anymore. An impression. A mood. An emotion.

Suddenly I have forgotten the present me - suddenly I have lost count of my years and experience and I am right there, somewhere in my childhood, feeling that pure, innocent emotion i once felt. That emotion made my heart palpitate wildly for some reason.

Whatever memory it was, I was excited and happy in it. Then again back in those days as a child I was always excited and happy. It was nice to be brought back in time and forget who I have become for a while.

It has been an hour since, though. I wish my heart would stop trying to jump out of my chest. 

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Update: I have figured out what the memory is.

I was seven. I was at Sanrio Puroland in Japan with my parents and aunt and late granny.

I was happy.

I think the scent wasn't replicated anywhere in my memory but the way it set into my skin and began to dance was characteristic of how i constructed my memory of Tokyo as a seven year old: foreign, delicate, exciting, pink.