Last week, I was in my bathroom and could smell the scent of coffee wafting through the house, through the vents. My son was home, spending his last week as a “kid” in our home before he moved into his new grown-up apartment in Annapolis, and he had made his cup of coffee. He and I are the only coffee drinkers in the house. I’ll miss that scent—and him—when he’s gone. They say the sense of smell takes you back in time faster than any of the other senses. I know it’s true. It happens to me all the time. How about you? Moreover, I often associate the smell of…