The other day I was walking downwind of a woman wearing a strong, sweetly scented perfume. It brought back a pleasant scent memory from when I was a kid: grape Crush. Crush had a big factory near our house, and with the prevailing summer winds being from the southwest, we could usually tell from the air which flavor of pop they were bottling on a particular day. We'd be out on the street. The breeze would blow. Guess it's an orange Crush day.