Louie

I have a thing about all smells, always have had, I should say odours though, so many memories will come, from decades past, the trigger is a scent. Next to a Black, I'd hold my breath, they seemed to have a peculiarity, no pleasant parts at all, even at dawn, worn pheromones perhaps or simply genes? Once in an aeroplane I got to sit next to a momma of Kolkata's rich, she smelled of spices, wrapped in a bouquet, and there was body odour mixed and gaining fast. Then there was the occasion that I treasure most: He sang a song with scratchy vocal chords, he smelled, a heavy scent to which tobacco fumes were added from the crowd and there was pot. I sat and listened to that wondrous voice, OH, YES, he sang about how wonderful he found the world. The odour turned into a balmy summer's night, I could have sat there, quite forever, and God bless!