Poking around in Marshalls, looking at (and smelling) soaps. One of the vegetable soaps smelled like my grandmother.
Pros to buying said soap: reminiscing and basking in the glow of my youth.
Cons to buying said soap: smelling like old lady.
I left it on the shelf and opted for the English rose.
Oh well, last time I went I scored some sweet India Hicks body wash that I’ll probably treasure for the rest of my life.