The scent was of moisture and stone.  It was a taste in the mouth, like dirt and bone, fresh air and rare flowers that bloomed only once before dying;  the flavor was like mud and bark mixed with fennel, eucalyptus mixed with paint made from milk.  The aromas gave Lindsey a feeling from childhood, but also a feeling of growing older.  She thought of glossy gardenia petals crushed between two blackened bricks, and she was suddenly aware of her skeleton.

The Dim Sum of all Things, Kim Wong Keltner