Smells like...
A crackling fire, earthy woods, an ochre patina of spice, the embrace of a fire’s warmth on a winter’s night.
In other words...
Two thousand centuries, fire our companion. The boundary between us & the world thinning as we look back. It is safety, it is comfort, it is warmth. Take the hand of all those that came before. Talk low and steady, deep into the night.
