A slightly burnt breeze wafts towards me from the sample.
What’s burning there? Probably a forest full of lemon trees.
Good old Neil must have grown tired of the Aegean and has come ashore. Only to end up in a forest fire.
But he doesn’t let it bother him and toasts marshmallows at the burning lemon tree.
In the end, he clumsily covers up the smell of smoke with a vanilla-scented candle.
This mix will linger in his clothes for a long time...
