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.
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.