If you asked child me what Easter was like, I would describe dye-stained fingers, construction-paper bunnies with lopsided ears, the thrill of finding a plastic egg full of (in retrospect, objectively terrible) candy, and singing Easter hymns in a chapel full of flowery dresses before running home to eat chocolate until my teeth hurt. While we compared baskets, my mother filled the whole house with the smell of baking rolls.

My first Easter outside of the United states looked and sounded different from those childhood memories, but smelled very similar. No matter the country or branch of Christianity, Easter often smells and tastes like bread. This year, we’re celebrating by exploring Easter breads from around the world.