My grandfather had an old, small sailboat for years in Spain. One very windy day my brother insisted to go for a ride (I wasn't there); they broke the boat after only a few minutes on the water and it sank. I was a little upset at my brother for a minute but then was just relieved they were ok, and the whole story made me laugh. Months after I saw my brother in the Tuileries in Paris; he asked me to close my eyes and made me smell something. Even in the middle of Paris winter, I recognized the smell of the boat in a second -he had kept a piece of sail for me, which was the coolest present.