Odour of munchy

A light breeze wafts by my nose, imbedded with the heavy scent of sweet oily smoke. Cognizance kicks in, a sense of familiarity and recognition. Recollections of outdoor concerts percolate to the foreground. The smell of lazy summer afternoons, sitting in a crowd, clothes moist, sticking to body as the sweat trickles down our backs, heart beating to the rhythms of the band while a greyish blue haze envelopes the concertgoers around us.

It’s official, am gradually but unquestionably losing my marbles. It smells as if someone was smoking Ganja in the office. The concept is bizarre, almost ludicrous. But the scent is still there, hanging in the air, evasive and yet present, tantalizing memories of years past. Perhaps someone is wearing a hemp perfume or something.