like slightly musty, lapsang souchong tea
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Tagged as preserving kamakura, the old houses are being destroyed much faster than we would like, thursday night slightly exhausted melancholia, when you walk home you see another landmark that has been knocked down
I love that. 🙂
I was walking home and saw it. Well to be more precise, I SMELLED it first, then saw the curtain of construction work death around the site. But the smell was quite profound. Soil, old wood, and someone’s life.
I think I do Know how you feel . I experience the same when some lovely old timber gets knocked down to be replaced by sandblasted iglo Ikea.
My wrists are smelling now of 2 of your mystery phials; they arrived today, posted by Sarah: I smell old rosecoloured peardrops and a delicate vanila tang; the buddhawood one puts me in the sphere of an eastern serene churchillian guru, having a cheroot when I lift my wrist. Nice bedfellows. Looking forward to the book.
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