Hanoi, Vietnam ~ 2017
One of my favourite smells is that of an orange being peeled. Puncturing the peel, sticky orangey fingers punctuating the air with the freshness of citrus. It’s also my most enduring memory from when I was 5 years old: Sunday afternoons full of rituals in preparation for the week ahead with my aunties. Post-lunch oiled hair to 4 PMs of Sunsilk and Nivea cold cream, freshly painted red nails, Grandma stringing jasmine for the altar and the task I was assigned - peeling oranges, sharing segments.
A family enjoying the sun on their languorous Saturday afternoon, the stuff of melancholic nostalgia. The Portuguese have a word for this, Saudade.