Friday, 16 June 2017

Aromabet (a personal olfactory journey)


A — is for Amsterdam, Acetone, Autumn, the old Alvis car, and Amma (my Icelandic grandmother)

B — for Burnt-out fireworks, Baked potatoes on the ashes of the Bonfire, Bike shops, Bananas, Basil, and Bluebell woods


C — is for Cigars (preferably Cuban), Cinnamon, Coriander, Chestnuts on the brazier, China Town, Cupboards full of Clothes, and my grandparents’ Cowshed in 
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D — is Daffodils (that come but once a year), Dijon mustard, Denhay cheddar, the inside of the black writing Desk (sadly no longer accessible), and Dad’s old corduroy jacket

E — is for Earth, Eucalyptus, and Extinguished candles


F — for Flower shops, always such a pleasure

G — is for Gamasio (ground roasted sesame seeds), Geraniums, and Greta’s hair


H — is for Hops, Hay bales in the Hutchins’ barn, and the Honeysuckle in the graveyard in Wormingford

I — is for Incense, Ironing, Icelandic geothermal water, and the interior of my old blue VW


And J can only be for Jasmine


K — is for Kippers

L — for Latex, Linoleum, Lavender and my old petrol Lighter


M — is for Marjorie, Marzipan, Magazines, Mint, Marmite, Mothballs, the old Magic Lantern, and the Paris Metro


N — for Newsprint, and Nivea face cream (mum’s nightly application)


O — is for Oil paint, Old books, Oregano, and Orange blossom

P — is for Primroses, Patchouli, Pancakes, sweet Poplar trees, Peaches, and the Pantry at Papillon Road


Q — is for the Quintessential essence of freshly baked almond croissant (at a good French Patisserie)


R — for Rubber, Resin, Reblochon cheese, Rhubarb, and the summer Rain on warm dry dusty ground


S — for Shellac, Sweet Peas, Saffron, Strawberries, and the Sea


T — is for Thyme, Turpentine, Toast, and Toasted Teacakes

U — is for Ulli, who always smelt good


V — is for the green leather upholstery of the Vauxhall 101


W — for Woodsmoke at dusk, Wild garlic at the Mere in Wormingford, and Dad’s Workshop (an alphabet of smells in its own right)


X — is for xmas day lunch roasting in the oven at Trenowyth (circa 1964)

Y — is for anYthing I've forgotten


And Z is for the Zest of a Cretan orange.



With thanks to my nose – often (nay always) overlooked, but never taken for granted...