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There are sense that linger for decades. A cupboard rubbed with musk, a piece of leather drenched with cinnamon oil, a cedar chest: they all possess virtually eternal olfactory life. While other things, floral scents for example evaporate within a few hours, if they are exposed to the air in a pure unbound form.

He sat there and did not yield to his desire, although it was strong. because that desire was an old one of his, to run away and hide in a cave. He knew about that already. What he did not yet know was what it was like to possess something. The very possession and the loss seemed to him more desirable than a prosaic renunciation of both. He had renounced things all his life. But never once has he possessed and lost.

He dared not intoxicate himself with that scent prematurely. He had to throw himself into his work. He had to broaden his knowledge and the techniques of his craft in order to be equipped for the time of harvest.
What Jeremy, is distracting you from this kind of dedication?

Again he closed his eyes. The scents of the garden descended upon him, their contours as precise and clear as the colored bands of a rainbow.

But he was brave. He fought the fear of knowing with a fear of not knowing…