Purchased from a small shop along an old
cobblestone road in an out-of-the-way village
in Italy.
The liquid inside has an odd fragrance,
sort of a blend of olive oil and cigarette smoke,
one of those old-man, hand-rolled cigarettes.
It isn't for cooking but simply to
once in a while inhale,
sparking memories of fresh baked bread,
vino and a time far from here.
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