Fragrant Quote for November 23rd from Around an old homestead: a book of memories By Paul Griswold Huston

Each variety of wood, too, like each flower, has its own delicate and separate scent when burning, as the freshly cut logs have also when lying in the woods. It is no wonder that the perfume of the smoke is so delightful, formed, as it is, from all the influences of the woods, and the air, and the flowers and grass, absorbed and floated away now in beautiful wreaths. The aroma of the vapor from a wood fire is filled with all
sorts of romance and poetic suggestion. When I see smoke issuing from a chimney, and can smell the fragrance from a wood fire, I always feel that I really am once more in the country. It is a perfume which one finds only there. It has the genuine flavor of the woods and meadows.
Whitman speaks of his enjoyment of this feature of the country upon one of his rambles near the Hudson ("Prose Works:" "Days at J. B's.—Turf Fires Spring Songs"):
"As I go along the roads I like to see the farmers' fires in patches, burning the dry brush, turf, debris. How the smoke crawls along, flat to the ground, slanting, slowly rising, reaching away, and at last dissipating! I like its acrid smell—whiffs just reaching me—welcomer than French perfume."
The smoke, therefore, as it comes rolling and puffing in clouds and fumes from the flue, and vanishes into nothingness finally in thin feathery shreds and whitish films, is always a symbol of home and has a human interest. Do you recall Thoreau's poem upon smoke, and what he says of it, in "Walden"—
"When the villagers were lighting their fires beyond the horizon, I too gave notice to the various wild inhabitants of Walden vale, by a smoky streamer from my chimney, that I was awake.—"Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,

Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame."