The word comes from the Greek for “wet rock” and it means that smell you get after it rains.
Petrichor transports me back to my pre-teen years, when we’d be out on the Black Track making dens and riding our bicycles down horrifyingly steep banks and swinging on rope swings.
It’d rain, we’d hide if it were cold or carry on if it were warm—and then afterwards, there’d be the smell. Damp tarmac, wet rock, wet leaves and undergrowth.
Boom. There I am, time-travelling.
What’s your magic smell? Where and when does it take you? Set a timer for at least 5 minutes and empty your brain.
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Notes in the Margin
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