A friend of mine said that the aroma, and the taste, of his grandmother's pancakes had him completely mystified. He knew that, grandmother or not, she used a commercial pancake mix and that she didn't do anything special with it. Nevertheless, neither he nor anybody else seemed to be able to duplicate the smell and the taste. Weird!

Then one morning he was riding up in an elevator in a hotel with a couple of other people, an elderly gentleman and a waiterr from the hotel's room service with a cart full of covered dishes. From the syrup bottle and other things on the cart, he could tell that there was a plate of pancakes there—and they smelled just like his grandmothers!

He glanced at the older gentleman and noticed that protruding from the breast pocket of his suit jacket were a couple of White Owl brand cigars. Click! His grandfather had smoked White Owl cigars!

So it wasn't just the pancakes, or the cigars, it was the combination of smells.

Tricky!

Don Firth