the smell of a demolished old japanese wooden house

3 responses to “the smell of a demolished old japanese wooden house”

1. Lilybelle

   May 27, 2016 at 12:23 am

   I love that. 🙂

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   • ginzaintherain

     May 27, 2016 at 1:03 am

     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.

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2. Nelleke Oepkes aka Booknose

   May 27, 2016 at 8:20 am

   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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