familiar smells

I don't always get the rush of a familiar smell, why the back staircase at AIB always smelled of Ireland. While walking up stairs to my dirty, dingy bathroom, I was filled with the sense that I was walking down the hallway of my aunts house, into her hot, musty, floral aroma filled bathroom. a room that I Only ever really knew during the hot summer's nights in up state NY. And earlier at dinner, a glass of red wine had the aroma of a Manhattan, my grandfather's favorite drink. the bourbon I could taste threw my nose and the memories of what once was come in waves, flowing through the new halls, as ghost fallowing my footsteps.