My aunt passed away in January & bibliosmia-the love of the smell of books-makes me think of her house. We moved to Oregon the summer I was 12 & since school hadn't started & I knew no one, I did a LOT of reading. We'd go over to dinner every few weeks & I'd wallow in the musty smell of her rooms full of books. She'd let me fill a bag with Harlequin romances, then exchange for new ones the next time.
RIP, Aunt Dot.💜