Keeping the house insulated from cold winds outside brings with it certain aromatic issues in that most of the food smells linger about the house and it bothers me, nay annoys me to have my house smell like food.
Case in point my lunch that was comprised mostly of leftovers except for a few elements that I cooked myself and as deliciously fragrant as the meal was it left in its aftermath a lasting, almost faint masala whiff that diaphanous in its breath was still pronounced in a way that when I opened my door to greet an agitated neighbour worried about a clogged kitchen sink she couldn't help noticing that my house smelled of something delicious and it irked me; not the fact that it smelled of something delicious but that it smelled at all.
The kitchen chimney does little to abate the strong flavourful bouquet of spices and since summers had my doors and windows open wafting fragrance always found an outlet but the past couple of weeks and especially with the way winters tend to be the aromatic fug revolves about the house and since there are reed diffusers and essential oils burning in every room the spiced smell dissolves and diminishes but today, well, I didn't light any candles nor essential oil lamps in the afternoon and so the Domus was redolent of Chanel No. garam masala which I do not like a bit.
Each house has a specific smell and mine has a faint caramel, burnt sugar, lemongrass whiff which is some in part due to the kind of candles I light and some due to the coffee that I grind fresh every day and my floor cleaning agent but today, well, today was a different story and I'm unnecessarily angry about it but it just touched a nerve somewhere.
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