In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.
In the spring of 1988, the author revisited New Orleans and was immediately struck by the familiar scents that filled the air. The aroma brought back memories of home, reminiscent of the sweet fragrances of jasmine and roses that surrounded their childhood courtyard. This sensory experience sparked a deep sense of belonging and nostalgia.
As the author explored the streets once again, they relished the long-forgotten perfume that defined their past,...