Ponds, Old Spice, Tibet Snow, Jobakushum hair oil, these are the names that pop in my mind when I think of think of scents that have shaped my earlier days. Beside those man-made scents, the fragrance of night-queens, jasmines, and the cloying scent of the monsoon’s ‘kodom’ flowers transcend my thoughts and make me happy. On days when sadness surrounds me, I find a silver lining in the fragrances of the flowers and scents from