RELIEF IS IN OUR ROOTS: HOW VICKS BECAME A SYMBOL OF SOUTH AFRICAN CARE
THE SCENT OF MEMORY It starts with a smell. Sharp. Soothing. Deeply familiar. You’re five years old, snuggled under a crocheted blanket. Your nose is blocked, nasal congestion. Then: the soft warmth of your mother’s hands rubbing something cool and menthol-sweet onto your chest. The whisper: “Breathe now, my child” A kiss on the forehead….

