The single piece of personal adornment which, when used by a 13-year old, was most likely to drive me out of my mind with 12-year-old
lust/panic. It smelled like
strawberries and springtime, and the aroma wafted back from two rows ahead in
English class, destroying (
animating?) whatever interest I previously had in
Romeo and Juliet.
A sense memory from (gulp) 20 years ago.