Just one whiff of Youth Dew takes me back to the early 1970s, when I was first starting my music career. At the time, there was an exceptional male violinist, then in his 50s, who accepted me, a young twirp, in "the trenches". In his own way, he inspired me to succeed. There was never a performance when he was without his Youth Dew.
Now, anytime I smell it, I remember the struggles, the frustration, the excitement, and eventual success. It produces reminiscences of a life that has overall gone all right.