Last weekend we bought a bunch of lilies in bud from the flower market. Yesterday they suddenly bloomed and have flooded the flat with scent. It’s a heavy, heady fragrance, and I feel that there was a book in which it was called the scent of death. I think maybe they are commonly used in funerals in the west? It feels inescapable, it’s an appealing smell but also there is something rotting underlying it. True of many floral scents, I daresay.
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