"But when, from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful,

The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time,

Like souls, ready to remind us….

– Marcel Proust (1871-1922)
In Search of Lost Time
(aka., Remembrance of Things Past)