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When comfortable is never enough...

The smell of oatmeal cookies:  

familiar, safe, comfortable. 

Senses settling on every teaspoon of sugar, salt

Predicting the exact second the cookies will rise

and fall

The timer set just so

Pot holder hands awaiting the heat

425 to be exact.

Perfectly aligned treats

row by row

inch by inch

Raisins birthmark each ball of dough.

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The smell of Amber:

sharp, foreign, intriguing.

Curiosity falling into a trance of rhetorical remarks

uncertain what Amber even is, where It comes from

if It's pure

Time is an illusion

cold wind in the spring heat

Light jacket, faint sweat

dizzying spells of thunder clouds

Bright and orange

tempting and sweet

aftertastes of remorse. 

 

 

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

Learned a lot about Amber because of this (& Google).

Striking; flashcards of imagery.
Ominous, as well.
Rustic-sort-of-style.
I found this enjoyable and can imagine studying this in a college literature class.

[alifeacoustic]

Two smells and two completely different memories from within. The first, a sweet and delicious memory, probably of childhood and remembered fondly each time the adult you makes them. The second, more grown up in nature, coming with the realisation that some things leave an aftertaste that can become a warning for next time you are tempted.
Beautifully penned.