We have a linen closet that for a time in my childhood was emptied out and made to serve as the “Nintendo room”, containing an NES hooked up to an old Commodore 64 monitor. I still associate that fabric/crafty smell with 8-bit gaming.
I also love the smell of sun soaked dog fur.


Asphalt, kinmokusei (a tree that blooms in autumt in Japan, don’t know it in English), the natural body odor of a certain fling I had eight years ago whom I now hate because they didn’t want to leave their partner for me and because they made me experience transfuckingcendant sex and now my standards are way too high to enjoy anything else, freshly ground coffee, igusa (the weed of which tatami are made).
🎶 🎵 one of these things is not like the others, one of these things is not quite the same 🎵 🎶
I have no idea what you mean :3