When I go visit my parents I am subjected to Molly B’s Polka on Saturday evenings.
I like polka music because it reminds me of when I was a kid and my mom would blast polka music while baking every other Sunday. Just hearing it makes my mouth water thinking of the smell of fresh-baked rolls!
It’s actually pretty remarkable what things/stimulii trigger nostalgia. Too this day, the smell of damp lumber and mildew transports me back to my grandfather’s cellar/shed area where he invented and fixed things.