every taxi is a biosphere
with its own, inimitable ( uninhabitable ) smell.
some are repugnant, leave you gasping – they reek of garlic; of tooth decay; unwashed follicles ; of the idiosyncratic concentration of one person’s unique body odour marinated for days weeks years in that same, enclosed space – the poignant, intimate HUMANITY of it all
others are clean ; fragrant, quizzical; pristine, even perfumed
(older Japanese men and their old fashioned hair liquids – aldehydic, warm, woody florals that scent like male, Madame Rochas)