A smell ... or scent, can put me in the past or in an alternative state. I felt that today as the rich particles of a particular being wafted up the old nose box. My red roses have opened and there's something that I can't put into words about the scent. It crosses boundaries of culture and religion, used by different faiths for different things - all positive uses as far as I'm aware. It's come to represent love ... and when I smell the red roses in my garden, it's the one word, feeling and purpose that flashes up inside of me.