One of the most awesome things about living in California is the fact that I drive a convertible. So in the spring, late at night, as I drive from whatever project I'm finishing up back to the house, I'm assaulted with this cascade of odor.
And it's not a bad thing. You just pass from region to region of flower scents. Some of them repeat, become familiar, and even identifiable. Some of them are just a flash in the nose, and then they're gone, reappearing only as sense memory in dreams.
I love the fact that I have a convertible and a nose.
