The smells are making themselves known to me in past days:
- The smell of pine that sticks to you after you've brushed past a tree.
- The incredible earthiness of black walnuts while you're peeling the fruit off the shells.
- The inside of pumpkins when you're scraping out the seeds.
- Hot apple or pear cider.
- Wood fires.
- Burying your nose in a glass of whiskey. (I finally tried Tuthilltown from Gardiner, where I learned all their ingredients come from within nine miles of the distillery!)
- Fresh baked bread.
- Coming home to a warm crock pot of beans.
- The soil under a pile of rotting leaves.
- Printmaking ink.
- Towel-dried dogs.
- Thyme.
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