气味,道不完的情与事.docVIP

气味,道不完的情与事 　　One 1)whiff can paint a thousand words, transport us to a different city and a different time. A handful of aromas, whether sickly or sweet, can summarize a lifetime. So, which smells would 2)be bottled up and packed in the scented suitcase of your life? 　　 　　Early Days: 3)Sugar Cane 4)Crush 　　 　　5)Molasses. I’m twelve years old, I have my first crush on the new girl in my class, Kara McCarthy, and all I can smell is molasses. Much like Kara, the 6)sticky scent greets you packing a punch and knocks you backwards a few paces. But once you 7)warm up to it, its sugary fingers8)tickle your senses and have you 9)under a spell. 　　 　　We are on a 10)field trip to the sugar 11)mill in 12)Nambour―not far from my hometown. Stalks of sugar cane wave to us as we drive into the once-thriving farming town. Smoke 13)wafts into the bus as the sugar cane is burned in preparation for harvest. 　　 　　Stepping down from the bus, the molasses 14)fumes hit me―15)pungent, thick, irresistible. We take the factory tour: growing, harvesting, extraction, evaporation. But all I see are golden16)locks, freckles on soft pink skin and a 17)cheeky grin with a slightly 18)crooked front tooth. 　　 　　My teacher set out to teach us about production, supply and demand―things twelve-year-olds have no interest in. But I do remember something from that day…the lingering fragrance of liquid sugar and the candy-coated vision of Kara McCarthy. 　　 　　Uni Years: Morning Breath 　　 　　Sunday morning, 9 am. Head 19)throbbing. Gut 20)churning. Mouth dry. Nightclub music still pounding. The last thing you want? The smell of alcohol drifting in the window. But, unfortunately for this university student, a21)bouquet of 22)brewing beer came with the territory. 　　 　　My share-house, just out of 23)Brisbane’s 24)CBD, was like most student accommodation in the area―rotting floorboards, 25)sagging front steps, 26)cobwebs on the ceiling―but with one 27)twist: it was a stone’s throw from the 28)Milto