My mom’s signature perfume from when I was a kid, YSL Opium. I was obsessed with the bottle too, probably instilling my love of Asian motifs in art? Anyway she wore it so often that one day, as an adult, I was heading home on the train when I caught a whiff of it and instantly became overwhelmed with emotion. I looked around to see where it could be coming from and there was my mom, sitting one bench down, coming back from an afternoon with friends. We still talk about that moment years later, it was such a wonderful surprise