The oft-repeated statement that smell is the strongest sense, the one most able to brings memories to the surface, may be simply p.r. for the aromatherapy industry. Certainly humans can’t mobilize their olfactory skill as proficiently as insects, which can be trained in minutes to sniff out drugs ( read more here ). But there are certain aromas which take me to a distinct time or place; no matter what recipes inventive cooks come up with to pair, say, pork chops with stuffing, the smell of stuffing equals Thanksgiving turkey, period. The fragrance of any petunia takes me back more than 50 years to 433 E. Railroad Street in Nesquehoning, PA, where pink petunias reigned supreme. And I will forever think of what we call our turn-around garden when I smell the strong, sweet odor of lilies of the valley, their proximity to the hot asphalt driveway intensifying and radiating the smell. These tiny bells are the birth-flower of May and symbolize a return to happiness.