update from sparkleup

diary/2021-12-30.md

@@ -85,7 +85,7 @@ Maddy, it's okay to take those imperfections and own them. All of your own ridge
 
 ## Scents
 
-> Scent I don't like.
+> Scent I don't like. (strong deodorant)
 
 Fucking Kevin.
 
@@ -98,3 +98,15 @@ But man, him putting that stupid fucking urinal cake in my cube wall was several
 And it took me three days to find. Three days! Three hot, summer days of a urinal cake baking in the wall of the cubicle, sitting delicately in the cableway, innocent of any crimes of its own. Just sitting there, smelling like a bathroom as it ought, making my workspace smell like a bathroom, precisely as it oughtn't.
 
 Fucking Kevin, man.
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+> Scent I like. (No. 2 rougui)
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+Every time I pick up an interest related to taste or smell, I find myself imagining scents and tastes in fractal detail.
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+When I decided that I desperately needed to try cajeta, I tried to mash together the scents of goat milk and caramel in my head, then investigated that border between them, letting them mix ever so slowly and continuing to dive deeper and deeper into that delta (brackish?) zone where I could hope to learn a bit more without actually having it available to taste.
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+That I wound up loving the taste is an added bonus.
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+I did the same with mead, the same with beer, the same with distilling.
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+So, when I'm actually out and out surprised, completely stumped by a scent within a category I'm obsessing over, it can shock my whole system to some higher state. I got this tea, the No. 2 rougui, as part of a sample pack, and it punched me in the face with just how much it reminded me of cajeta. I'm no stranger to oolongs, but that one hit just the perfect balance of roast so that I was left swooning.