Smell of Nostalgia

I sensed two smells today, which reminded me of my childhood; one was rotten drains and the other was burning paper, not really a nice fragrant mix!
Growing up in a slum in Govan, it’s not really a surprise that these smells were a reminder- there was always a blocked drain somewhere in our backyard and where a pool of strange milky blue water collected, and there was always rubbish burning, usually because someone had deliberately set fire to the bins (or middens as we called them).