I wake to find they have finally asphalted the road outside the house. I spent some time just standing on the drive deeply inhaling & exhaling the marvellous bitter tar odour. I find it quite calming, almost a masculine pot-Pori.
Asphalt also happens to be both one of my favourite smells and words; in fact it is reported to have featured in one of my first sentences.
"Look Uncle Paul they’re asphalting the road" (Yes I was a precocious child).
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