Christmas has always been about smells for me. Long long ago it was all about the resinous scent of pine from the Christmas tree yard, soon filling the house with the same smell, giving you a jolt of surprise each time you got it again. I found getting the Christmas tree almost overwhelming when I was a kid, as I’d get so excited about it, and the wave of pine scent was very much a part of that.
Whether I changed or the trees changed I don’t know (maybe both), but I find it harder to access that same smell now in my mind and at Christmas; I occasionally get a fraction of it still, when the branches are being trimmed, which is thrilling, but a little tenuous; not enough to pin a whole festive feeling on.
So where I get my Christmas fix now is from the smell of…
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