The Smell.
I was intending to say something about this, but as John Doheny already said it much more beautifully than I would have, I'll quote him:
"One of the many things I love about New Orleans is how it smells. Just about any time of year there's something blooming, so you have an overlay of sweet (sometimes almost sickeningly so) floral aromas like Magnolia and Confederate Jasimine, as well as all kinds of night blooming flowers. It's part of what makes the nights here so dark and sensual, like velvet. I'm not kidding, bra, it's like it's so dark you feel like you can reach out and run your hand over it.
"Underneath all this are subtler, less strongly defined aromas. Sweet Olive. Mildew. Various kinds of decaying vegetation and tree bark. And when everything is blooming like it is now, and the sun is out, there's no prettier place on earth. (And when it's raining, ain't no place sadder. For real. Make you wanna take morphine and die).
"But now, when the wind is right, New Orleans smells like 30 weight. Like the floor of a transmission shop on a hot summer day. And it's going to smell like that for a long, long time.
"Bastards."
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"One of the many things I love about New Orleans is how it smells. Just about any time of year there's something blooming, so you have an overlay of sweet (sometimes almost sickeningly so) floral aromas like Magnolia and Confederate Jasimine, as well as all kinds of night blooming flowers. It's part of what makes the nights here so dark and sensual, like velvet. I'm not kidding, bra, it's like it's so dark you feel like you can reach out and run your hand over it.
"Underneath all this are subtler, less strongly defined aromas. Sweet Olive. Mildew. Various kinds of decaying vegetation and tree bark. And when everything is blooming like it is now, and the sun is out, there's no prettier place on earth. (And when it's raining, ain't no place sadder. For real. Make you wanna take morphine and die).
"But now, when the wind is right, New Orleans smells like 30 weight. Like the floor of a transmission shop on a hot summer day. And it's going to smell like that for a long, long time.
"Bastards."
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