Aromatic Spice Bazaar

Of all, I think the most curious is the Spice Bazaar, contained in a separate and more substantial building, the arched roof of. which is painted black and white, in arabesques notj easily seen within the deep gloom . of the bazaar. As you look in at the entrance, you can dimly discern that there is a central way open to the exit, which shines "bright as the gate of Paradise" at the far end. A pungent odour issues from the doorway, compounded of spices and gums from every land—a smell which consorts well with the cool atmosphere of the sombre bazaar. On the wooden shelves in front of the shops are ranged jars of ground colours, of spice, of chemicals, many of which glitter with weird beauty in this magic-looking place. There are blocks of alum and saltpetre, the blue-green of sulphate of copper, heaps of henna, the curious yellow colour of which seems tinged with black, lumps of odorous rhubarb, ginger, cloves, gums, and glues, and by the door of each store sits a Turk, who scarcely ever invites a purchaser. On the highest shelf of one stall an old man, with strong spectacles leaning on his nose, which was shaped like an eagle's beak, with long white beard streaming over his dull red robe, his white turban mingling with the curious dried roots and herbs that hung pendant from the roof of his bazaar, stood speaking concerning the properties of some drug he was selling to two persons — a good subject for a sketch, if a painter wished to show a magician discoursing of his art. In the gloomy light and aromatic air of this bazaar, imagination may more easily construct new Tales of the Genii than in any other part of Stamboul.
From the Levant, the Black Sea and the Danube
By Robert Arthur Arnold (sir.)

A few steps beyond we come to the spice bazaar, as it is called. This is the market where all manner of drugs, spices, gums and colors are sold, the latter in the powder. Frankincense and myrrh, rhubarb, cinnamon, gum tragacanth, yellow ochre, and the like are found there, while the air is heavy with the thick odor of endless drugs. There is a quaint, old-time effect about this bazaar that almost leads one to expect to jostle against Paracelsus, or the Little Man in Black.
The Home-maker: an illustrated monthly magazine ..., Volume 3
By Jane Cunningham Croly

The Egyptian or spice bazaar, besides being the most lofty and the finest of these covered ways, is perhaps to the eye of an European the most striking, from the vast collection of every species of Eastern drug and spice, arranged as they are with due regard to colour, and diffusing a delicious aroma through the air.
The Golden Horn: and sketches in Asia Minor, Egypt, Syria, and the ..., Volume 1
By Charles James Monk

he Spice Bazaar is contained in a separate building, dark and gloomy, suitable to the character of the place; it is the coolest and least crowded of the bazaars, and looks, with its ancient hook-nosed Osmans, like an assembly of alchemists perched amongst their mysterious drugs and herbs.
Bradshaw's hand-book to the Turkish empire
By George Bradshaw

This covered passage, with the usual cupboard-like shops and "mastaba," leads into a maze of narrow lanes, in each of which one particular trade is plied, or one class of goods sold. The spice bazaar is particularly interesting, and often more beautiful in colour than any other; cinnamon, cloves, nutmegs and aloes heaped around the merchant harmonise deliciously with his silk robes, and the bags, baskets and matting that comprise the furniture of his shop.
Below the cataracts
By Walter Tyndale

THE BAZAAR.
It is about noon one day as I leave my quarters in Khiva, to take a view of the bazaar. The streets are hot and dusty; the sun is shining fiercely; the grey mud-walls receive and again throw out the heat, so that walking through the streets is like walking through a baker's oven.
Out of this blinding glare you gladly step into the cool dark shade of the bazaar. A pleasant compound scent of spices, and many other agreeable odours, greet your nostrils; the confused noise and hum of a large crowd assail your ears; and an undistinguishable mass of men, horses, camels, donkeys, and carts meet your eyes. The bazaar is simply a street covered in, and it is altogether a very primitive affair. The roof is formed by beams laid from wall to wall across the narrow street, supporting small pieces of wood laid closely together, and covered with earth. It serves its purpose very well, however, and keeps out the heat and light.
With delight you breathe the cool, damp, spice-laden air, and survey, with watering mouth, the heaps of rich, ripe fruit spread out in profusion. There are apricots peaches, plums, grapes, and melons of a dozen different species, together with an indescribable array of wares only to be seen in Central Asia. Properly speaking, there are no shops; an elevated platform runs along one side, and men are seated among heaps of wares, with no apparent boundary line between them.
Campaigning on the Oxus, and the fall of Khiva
By Januarius Aloysius MacGahan

The odour of cedar-wood, in fact, is expanded throughout every bazaar; and the atmosphere of these places, in which are mingled the thousand different perfumes exhaled from the shops of spice-sellers, druggists, venders of perfumed gems and amber, trunk-makers, cabinet-makers, or coffeesellers, together with that of pipes unceasingly pouring forth their clouds of smoke, reminded me altogether of the impression which I experienced the first time I visited Florence, where the manufactories of cypress-wood filled the streets with an odour extremely similar.
A pilgrimage to the Holy land: comprising recollections, sketches ..., Volume 2
By Alphonse de Lamartine

But this is only one of the numerous bazaars that are to be found all about this congested district. There is another just across the Mouski, on the other side among the closely set houses—a deep lane that is even more easily overlooked than the well-trodden path to J. Cohen's. Search along the Mouski near this point until you find a green doorway that gives upon a dark and aromatic alley, whence waft all the odors of Arabia. It leads to the domain of spice, and through its incense-laden atmosphere the way proceeds to the scent bazaar, perhaps the most delectable in Cairo. But as you value your peace of mind discourage all offers of guidance. Who ventures into the bazaars attended by a dragoman of any sort invites extortion of the most barefaced kind. Go to the scent bazaar, by all means, — but go alone.
Egyptian days
By Philip Sanford Marden