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Olfactory FreeJazz
Bumpy entry, alien, something unpleasantly prominent, herbaceous. The edgy melange of clove and lily of the valley, perhaps. An hour and a half later: the room seems filled with incense, which I haven't lit. But incense? And that in the head and base! Puzzling how that gets rewritten by my olfactory matrix. Back in the day, in church waving incense, it smelled completely different. An extremely creatively alienated incense. Unusual. Freestyle. The way he improvises on the organ, the maestro, and also the way he dressed that water. A total work of art.
After six hours: The smoke clouds have settled. Soft-sweet echo on my skin.
After six hours: The smoke clouds have settled. Soft-sweet echo on my skin.