“I’m a sniffer, you’re a sniffer, everybody is a sniffer…”


Musty smells imbued in page.

Printed matter ink aroma.

The odor of a freshly cracked book.

That is the smell of both potential and kinetic energy.

Pull it off the shelf, sniff, replace.

Libraries and bookstores are olfactory factories.

Swimming in an ocean of dried pulp and glue.

Paper cuts are badges of honor.

Binding one sense to another.

Biblio sisters and brothers.

Give it a whiff!