Kottabaz

Smells like impending arson at first, but settles to an ashy floral.

For several hours, the olfactory equivalent of being in a room with a glowing ember the size of an elephant.

A piercing single note drowns everything else out, clings to whatever it touches, and lasts for days. No warmth, no depth. Not for me.

Rain-soaked green for a few hours before getting drier. Then, late in the day, intermittent wafts of pleasant soapiness or sweetness.