white tea and ginger
The scent of white tea and ginger reminds me of when I first moved into my apartment above the record store.
Chris (what the hell is his last name?! I don't think he had one...he was just Chris...from Arizona) left my apartment all scummy so while fixing up the place I would constantly wash my hands - with white tea and ginger soap.
I just washed my hands with white tea and ginger soap and realized it was the same bottle I had in my old apartment. How the fuck do I still have the same bottle of soap after a year and a half? And why the hell did I pack it to Hoboken!?
I miss my old apartment.