a pale scent of patchouli, something sweet like vanilla and old books

a cup of first flush Darjeeling tea, the incense from burning coconut coir with camphor, rice boiling away in the kitchen

Eucalyptus and cedarwood

Hints of lavender with a warm velvety smell of oil paint

crispy leaves, the hint of a fireplace, and a touch of fresh brewed coffee

It would somehow smell of rain on hot concrete all year round.

Incense and lavender, calming scents.

The insulated world of a college library. The evocative smell of musty manuscripts that arose abstract longings.

The nothing aroma of white walls, then a dry soft cedar from shelves packed with books, fiction, philosophy, literature & most importantly poetry. The books would hum with a soft woody almost vanilla & dry ink.

Early spring mornings with the windows open wide. The street smells of warm bakery and cobbles drying after the rain. The air is cool and crisp. The bitter smell of black coffee.

Fresh paint, warm concrete, pencil sharpenings

Palo santo, light floral, slight jasmine and tuberose, very clean.

Coffee

Spirits and linseed oil.