Her small flat nose scrunched twitching as something pierced it she took a quick inhale, a rush of smells crowded down her nose, she took a deeper loud sniff  her vacuum like nose sucking up all the mingling aromas.  Lavender smothered in sweat floral bouquet simmering in the socket the scent of unscented washing powder drifting from the bathroom she hated that room spray it was like old fashioned soap and cold air with a slight hint of bleach, her mothers spiced perfume and rich dark hot coffee,  freshly turned earth moist and damp leaves trees flowers and grass all shivering dripping their smell into the air.


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