But in the closeness of the sewing room, Simon can smell her as well as look at her. He tries to pay no attention but her scent is a distracting undercurrent. She smells like smoke; smoke, and laundry soap, and the salt from her skin; and she smells of the skin itself, with its undertone of dampness, fullness, ripeness - what? Ferns and mushrooms; fruits crushed and fermenting.
by Margaret Atwood
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In the sewing room, Simon is acutely aware of the presence of a woman whose scent profoundly captivates him. Despite his attempts to ignore it, the mixture of aromas enveloping her becomes an overpowering distraction. The smells of smoke, laundry soap, and the saltiness of her skin tease his senses, drawing his attention away from his work.

This intoxicating scent evokes a feeling of richness and warmth, suggesting life and nature with notes reminiscent of damp earth and ripening fruits. It is a complex blend that mixes familiarity with intrigue, highlighting the profound effect that a simple smell can have on one's thoughts and emotions. The way these scents intertwine creates an intimate atmosphere, enhancing Simon's awareness of her presence beyond the visual.

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