It's not a flower, with its sweet perfume.
it's not a citron with its rich aroma.
it's not chocolate with its distinct fragrance,
It's not the scent of the ocean breeze.
it's not the fresh air after the first rain.
It's not fresh-cut grass,
It's not sizzling Bacon.
It's not that pizzeria,
It's not that hot pie.
It's not the cologne Da used.
It's not the car, when it's just new.
it's not a newly opened bag of Nachos.
It's not the chestnuts roasting.
No! enough. all these smells , scents and odors are wonderful.
But the best smell, the one best of all,
Is that of books!
Books have a rainbow of smells.
They smell crisp and new,
They smell old and age'd, like wine.
Oh, that ancient paper,
Oh that new print.
A hint of metallic,
A vapour of fallen leaves, in autumn,
A remenant of a cold , snowed-in day, drinking Coco, and smudging.
The excitment you feel with the new-years books,
The joy, of hunting for a thriller down the shelf.
A paper book is a jungle of smells,
The smell of unicorns and dragons.
Open your nostrils, and read the book better.