Stepping into the new greenhouse, it smells…kinda like damp licorice.
This isn’t a bad smell at all, incidentally. Outside now it’s all crisp, white…winter blandness; that particular fresh smell that accompanies the howl of blowing snow. It’s a scent you’d love to bottle, this clean frostiness, but it is particularly devoid of botanical stink. The greenhouses are a bit of a relief to that whiteness. Step inside, and even if it’s early morning, you still smell…earth.
But back to the licorice. The anise-y smell is coming from The Fennel Forest. I said they’d be good until Christmas, and they are, barely. A bit of frostbite, but that’s fine; chopped, tossed up with some crisp apples and a yogurt dressing…mmm.