If a smell could connote stickiness, this one would be a top contender. Pastel sugar sweet with a faint suggestion of orange flower. Running after the ice cream truck, then wearing the necklace for as long as I could stand the temptation. At intervals, I would bite the sweet and just barely salty candies one by one right off the elastic, which was still stretched around my neck. The tugging at the edges of my mouth combined with the dull powdery crunch of the breaking candy disc was as much a part of the experience as the smell and taste of the candy itself.