SANTA MONICA — Thinking back over her memories of Christmas, Maya Angelou recalls the aroma in her family’s store in Stamps, Ark.

"My grandmother would take an orange and almost parboil it ... and she would stick cloves into the peel and wrap it up,” she says. Then a week before Christmas, the oranges would be unwrapped and "the whole store, and of course, the house which was around the store, everything, would just smell of oranges and cloves.”

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