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SCENT OF A SEASON For perfumer Jo Malone, the smell of fresh pine needles evokes childhood memories of a very special time of year. Just in time for the holidays, Malone has bottled the scent of pine mixed with eucalyptus for a limited edition of cologne, bath oils, soaps and a candle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Natural Look | 11/20/2005 | See Source »

...story is out on the curb, soaked and stinky--furniture and clothing, dishes and rotting drywall, even formerly fabulous antiques. Dump trucks come periodically to remove the piles, taking some to a former city park, now a heap of rubbish several football fields long, towering above the head. The smell is sweet, horrific...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Orleans Today: It's Worse Than You Think | 11/20/2005 | See Source »

...rebuild, will the levees be strong enough to protect them? They can't shake the feeling that somehow they did something wrong just by living where they did. And now the money and the sympathy are drying up. People just don't understand. You have to see it, smell it, put on a white mask and a pair of plastic gloves, and walk into a world where nothing is salvageable, not even the mildewed wedding pictures...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Orleans Today: It's Worse Than You Think | 11/20/2005 | See Source »

...plan which entails skinning 10 goats, hanging them from the rafters of the Weld boathouse, lighting the room with a disco-ball, and playing the theme from “Silence of the Lambs.” At least there won’t be a fish smell...

Author: By Michael C. Koenigs, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Go Fish, Pranksters! | 11/16/2005 | See Source »

...Sunday mornings for brunch. I love the idealists who work tirelessly and thanklessly to improve life at Harvard, and the kids cheering at the football games who refuse to believe we have no spirit. I love the taste of a late-night super burrito, and the smell of Bartley’s as I walk to class. I love running my hand along the white lines in the Yard, and I love every single Japanese tourist who rubs John Harvard’s foot...

Author: By Theodore E. Chestnut, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: No. 9: The Bartley’s Smell | 11/16/2005 | See Source »

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