Smelling Vicks instantly floods my mind with memories of when I was a child. I remember being sick, congested, being stripped of my shirt and slathered with Vicks all over my chest. It felt so cold, the smell medicinal, but somehow comforting.
My aunt has an addictive personality. She recently admitted to being addicted to all sorts of things-for a time before she picks up a new addiction. Thank goodness not drugs, but a whole range of things, from craving pizza and having it all the time, to her vicks inhaler, to french fries with ketchup and mayo - yeah weird things sometimes. I think I sort of have that too. I remember discovering the "Byron" sandwich at Bel Aire and having it week after week - ahh, honey mustard... Oh, and I used to order shrimp with basil at Thai Pavilion every time too, (before that it was chicken with tamarind sauce). I sometimes stop myself and try to order other things, but I think when you find something you like, you just indulge.
So last night I was congested with allergies, and my aunt handed me her new pot of Vicks.
"Here, you could keep it. I'm not into that anymore."
And with that, she passed it on to me.