queen of the night releases its perfume when the only bees awake to trail their little hairy legs in its pollen are the ones who've read enough Anne Rice to use the moon to navigate from blossom to blossom and back to the hive.
The last nose-color on my home's olfactory palate this Tuesday is chocolate from Tanzania. It's a chocolate that leapt into my little red basket when I was restraining myself in the presence of all the other holiday treats being proffered and I'm fairly insistent about how it got there. According to its makers it is ideally paired with jasmine tea. What a marvelous coincidence that I had both. A bit of it on a warm piece of toasted brioche is more than enough for anything you might think you need.
What would I tell you over a cup and a bite?
You already know everything you need to know. If anything, I'd only remind you of your own Guide, your Given Wisdom and that:
"the earth is crammed with heaven."
so take off your shoes and let yourself swoon with the muchness of it all.