Fragrance Quote December 7th, 2011 from Jeremy by Hugh Walpole

He slipped across the court and dropped into the black cavernous hole of the farther barn. At first the darkness stopped him, but he knew his way, found the steps that led up to the loft, and was soon perched high behind a little square window that was now blue and gold against the velvety blackness behind him. This was his favorite spot in all the farm. Here all the year they stored the apples and the smell of the fruit was thick in the air, sweet and strong, clinging about every fibre of the place so that you could not disturb a strand nor a stone without sending some new drift of the scent up against your nostrils. All the first year Jeremy had been longing to smell that smell again, and now he knelt up against the window drinking it in. With his eyes he searched the horizon. From here you could see the garden with the sun-dial, the fields beyond, the sudden dip with the trees at the edge of it bent crossways by the wind, and there in such a cup as one's hands might form, the sea . . .

He stared as though his eyes would start from his head. Behind him was the cloudy smoke of the apple-scent; in front of him the sun was sinking toward the dark elms. Soon the trees would catch the sun and hide it; the galleon cloud that had been over them as they drove was now banked in red and gold across the horizon; birds slowly, lazily fled to their homes—