(Steve)
My senses are keened here like toes on a diving board. My nose is a good nose, a generous nose, open and unjudgemental, ready to gulp up every new sensation I can get my hands on and many I cannot.
Every hint of new smell I inhale deeply, no matter even if it is the medicinal paired with the biological of the lavender drying in the back seat of our car and the horse farm we drive past, or the citrus and the sweat on the man's body in the sunscreen aisle in the Intermarche, or truffles and the salt of the sea. No matter how unfamiliar or how odd the combination I am am ready to accept with all of my brain that it may be the most grand experience ever bestowed upon us here in our short time on this earth. There may be a clinical term for this, but I'm calling it hedonism.
There are sights and flavors too, and I don't mean to sell them short or even on option, but scents are free and limitless and always around every next corner. G'bless the olfactory.
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S & C: You left all your candied fruit here, including the pig, and both your bottles of wine in the fridge! We felt terrible when we discovered them! Oh, oh, oh! I would mail them to you in A2 but they would not survive the journey. We'll be in the States in mid-August in NYC and Boston and would be happy to bring you more candy and wine if there is anyone who will be able to pass these to you in A2 -- I shall ask around.
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