Yesterday I made the Zanzibar Palau and my house is still faintly clove-scented.
It’s not unpleasant by any means, it’s just …
Pungent. Distinctive. It wafts through the house, sneaking up on me, catching me unawares. It is taste and scent and memory.
It’s distracting. That’s what it is. It’s distracting.
Cut it out, already!