"torn leaves, crushed twigs, flowing sap, fallen branches, old leaves, green moss, fir, pine and tiny mushrooms"

I love how enumeration can sometimes produce poetry inadvertently, as the title of this post does. Imagine a bottle that contains the scents of these poetic-sounding and -smelling things, and you get a variant of CB I Hate Perfume perfume.

Read about Christopher Brosius, his peculiar sense of smell and the scents he sells here.

-- Morx