There are certain scents that bring me back to my suburban upbringing. One is the smell of wood-burning stoves in the winter. Another is the smell of freshly-cut grass in the spring. And yet another, strangely enough, is the smell of a mall; more specifically, the sweet smell of a Cinnabon store.
I went through a period in eighth grade where I wanted nothing but Cinnabon. It had just come to our mall, with great fanfare, and like everyone else in my city, I was instantly addicted.
These were no ordinary cinnamon rolls. These were Cinnabons, monsters of sweet, gooey dough filled with Cinnabon’s legendary Makara cinnamon, a warm, spicy cinnamon that is impossible to replicate.
Eating a Cinnabon requires a great deal of energy. They are ginormous and rich, and nearly impossible to finish. I have personally never finished a Cinnabon. Believe me, I’ve tried. But sadly the Cinnabon has always defeated me. I am a Cinnabum, and yet my love for Cinnabons remains intact.
So when Cinnabon Cinnamon Pecan clusters arrived at my house, I was psyched. My eighth grade love came rushing back to me. The clusters come in three different flavors: Cinnamon Caramel Pecan, Cinnamon Mousse Pecan with Dark Chocolate, and Cinnamon Cream with White Chocolate.
