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The smells, if you could enjoy them as a great recipe of the air, told so many stories.

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The smells of that city were a thread to past and future, for they were the aromas of our cuisines, our cultures.

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The smell was one of roses, of a meadow breeze that had wended its way through a great many wild flowers.

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The smells of the neighbourhood had evolved over the years, no more was there the tincture of gasoline, yet more pronounced were the floral notes of previous eras.