chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

smelling…

coffee beansI couldn’t name all the aromas I love — coffee beans, orange peel, orange blossoms, bacon or onions or garlic cooking, gardenias, the list goes on — smells that offer a consistent and generalized pleasure. But there other scents that are inextricably stitched to times and places and people with dazzling precision. My grandmother’s talcum powder. A friend’s shampoo that I tried for years to find or replicate. The combination of wood and oil in my father’s workshop, turpentine and oil paint and paper in my mother’s studio.

I remember the smell of the next door neighbors’ house. It was not a food smell, not easily identifiable, but perhaps the cumulative odor of cooking and cleaning and wet wood and bodies. It was intense, slightly acrid and so distinct that the few times I’ve smelled it since, I’ve been transported immediately back to their kitchen. I wonder if, wherever they are now, their house still smells like that?
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coffee beans

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