Chestnuts roasted o'er the open fire unfortunately smell better than they taste. I've tried.

Spring is in the air and summer is a-comin'.

Exhibit A: blooming plant life. In particular, the whole city is steeped in the fragrance of orange blossoms, azahar.  I walk around taking big, deep breaths of air like I'm in a yoga class or getting ready to deep-sea dive, but really I'm just trying to somehow embody that smell. I want to feel it in my eyelashes and in my pinkie toes.

Exhibit B: our local chestnut roaster guy has put out his fire for the season and erected an ice cream stand instead.