Warren Wong @wflwong

When I think of the word Earth, my sense of smell is instantly activated. I recall with joy the scent of the mischievous dusty earth under the scorching Aussie sun, and the scent of the cool ancient black soil in my back garden in Japan, in the depth of which I often found cicada grubs. Thinking of my childhood, I can almost feel the rain falling on a hydrangea-lined street during the monsoon season; the fragrant warm moist air rising up from…