Word: aroma
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only looked, I actually saw the world for the very first time. And what an astonishing sight that was! Our little courtyard seemed without limits. There was buzzing from the sands of invisible bees, an intoxicating aroma, a warm sun as thick as honey. The air flashed as though armed with swords, and, between the swords, erect, angle-like incidents with colorful motionless wings advanced straight...
...open the door of a new car and let him smell it (some companies already produce aerosol bombs that give secondhand cars that new-car atmosphere). The sharpest prod to coffee sales is the smell of freshly ground beans. A hotel has ordered spray cans full of roast-beef aroma to step up banquet-hall trade; an artificial-flower company is spraying its false blooms with essence of the natural thing. Now, sniff this page. Catch that scent of fine coated paper and printer's ink? It's the genuine article...
...clock, arrive at six or ten. But the Rudofsky tour is conducted with such irresistible charm, wit, grace and style that the reader is inspired to affection, if not understanding, for the enigmatic Japanese. The book is profusely illustrated with old woodcuts and drawings that handsomely convey "the aroma of the Japanese cultural climate," which was the author's purpose...
That Charcoal Aroma. The U.S. is nearly saturated with main lines now, but the rush to build distribution lines continues. The cost: from $100,000 a mile in rural Alabama to $1,000,000 a mile in suburban New York. The oil v. gas competition is also heating up. The oil industry already pipelines directly to such airports as Washington's Dulles, New York's Kennedy and Chicago's O'Hare, where jet fuel demand is heavy; it is also planning lines directly into neighborhood service stations to replace tank trucks, considering community tanks from which...
...more a musical séance than a concert. "The air was hazy with the acrid aroma of burning incense. The three barefoot musicians sat cross-legged on an Oriental rug onstage. The audience at the University of Pennsylvania's Irvine Auditorium last week was equally exotic-a curious mingling of Indians in turbans or saris, bearded jazz musicians, leather-jacketed beatniks and college students. Racing his spidery fingers across the steel strings of his sitar, Ravi Shankar invoked a whining chorus of quavering, sensuous melodies in intricate interplay with the shifting, galloping cross-rhythms of the tablet (drums...