Certain aromas and smells can really jolt the memory. I was frying pancakes last Pesach and my son walked into the kitchen and said, “This smells like Nanna’s house in Durban.” We used to lock up the house and go down to Durban every Pesach. We’d arrive the day before Pesach, once everything had been done, and leave eight days later! What a pleasure! The smell of cinnamon and sugar melting on hot pancakes would wake us up almost every morning.