My Yorkshire aromas
My awareness of the relationship between an aroma and a place began around twenty years back in York. We were here because Specky was a Commonwealth Scholar at the University of York and working for her DPhil then. Out of India for the first time, every little whiff of any sort of fragrance that came...
One fragrant moment from the past
A moment is ever so fleeting, and yet A moment is what gets set As a memory That is free To put back the clock in a jiffy, like a jet! This is what happened when Specky (my wife) and I were browsing through our old photo albums and she suddenly said, ‘Look, here is...
Zoom out to your life, riding smells!
zoom out to your life And never be lost in space & time No, the line above isn’t the start of another poem, but the heading of a unique presentation technique that I have adopted for this post. The post is, of course, all about Arvind Passey, that is me, on smells and how they...
The magic spell!
I stood before a shop that sold Cute bottles with some magic spell It’s good. This one. I like. Let’s buy! Was all I heard, until was told: Hold this, don’t break and spill the spell! ‘Fragrance!’ My wife had spied my ‘why’! ‘Fragrance!’ I said, and then mumbled, ‘Is there in our home...
