Son - Pg 149

   "Smell," Alys told her, and held it to the girl's nose.
   "Old," Claire said. "Sweet." She leaned back in the chair and sighed. "What is it?"
   "Beach roses from sixty years ago."
   "Why--"
   "To hold memories. Scents do that. When you smelled the tea--"
   "Yes. For a moment something came back," the girl acknowledged. "Like a bit of breeze. It drifted past. I couldn't keep it with me. I wanted--" But she couldn't say what she wanted. She sighed and shook her head. "It went away."
   "It was waiting."