As you might imagine, we've spent a little time recently looking around in incomplete houses. Even on the longer walks we take around our current neighborhood, we pass a number of new houses under construction. With that comes the smell of wood, particularly if it has recently touched a saw of some kind. I love that smell.
It reminds me a little of the smell of my previous house, naturally, when it was new, but it also reminds me of other things. For example, I remember cutting blocks of wood and burning designs into it at the city summer camp I went to before my first year of high school. I also remember cutting pieces of wood, with a hack saw, to put together some simple stuff. Diana reminded me of yet another thing... the theater scene shop. For my freshman year of college, at least, I vividly remember the smell of freshly cut wood.
I always talk about how music can take you to places in your memory, but smells can do the same thing.
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