Yesterday I was raking up the leaves (almost as fast as my three year old was jumping in and scattering them) and I was thoroughly appreciating the aroma in the air, that fall smell, crisp and 'leafy'. I immediately thought I should pop upstairs and grab a cob and my last pinch of red cake from the jar, my senses were making the pairing and I knew it was a good one. Something held me back from getting the smoke however, I realised that a pipe would be fitting but it was also very pleasant to be capturing the leaf aroma on its own. I apply the same logic occasionally to choosing a glass of water over red wine, or even hot water instead of tea...Anyone else deny the pleasure sometimes?
Isaac
Isaac