The coastal fog settles in upon the rising of the sun, leaving the air damp and cool. The fresh herbs and vine-ripened cherry tomatoes perk up in the garden, thanks to the lingering dew. Notes of strawberry jolly ranchers, orange peel, and freshly sanded wood floors.
You haven’t been back to the ranch in years. As you drive up the dirt road, you’re reminded of shelling almonds on the front porch, loosening rusted bolts on the old mower, and frying brown butter pancakes on the cast iron. Notes of warmed strawberry, dark chocolate covered cherries, and peppercorn.
A broken down car prompts a late night dance party while you wait for a passing car to help. You turn up the dial and feel the wet cement on your bare feet. No one coming but you’re so lost in the moment that you don’t mind. Notes of bourbon-soaked apples, molten chocolate lava cake, and white pepper.
In the soft haze of summer, a roadside stand stood on a bed of crushed granite while nestled amidst vast flower fields. A young woman approaches the stand, her fingers playfully brushing against a pack of Strawberry Swisher Sweets. Every drag bathes you in past memories of promising eternal summers and hours in nature.
After a summer thunderstorm, you lie on the wet concrete feeling the cool water drench your clothes. The sun warms your leather belt and transports you back to your grandfather's workshop, where the scent of freshly worked leather and molasses hang in the air. You suddenly crave a cherry Tootsie pop, just like the kind you used to get at the gas station around the corner when you were a kid.
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