This week’s words to play with: Earthy Jasmine Sulfuric Exhaust Peppermint Acrid (sharp or biting to the taste or smell; bitterly pungent; irritating to the eyes, nose, etc.) Sudor (sweat) Musk Bouquet Incense Coffee Fetor (stench) Antiseptic Redolence (having a pleasant odor, reminiscent) Sunshine
Wayne and Greg the divine representatives of the Heavenly and the Hell-like were meeting in Hell’s Coffee Shop for their weekly meeting. They met in this particular café because without a doubt it sold the best coffee and when you were a divine entity the best was all you desired.
They had had discussions before about the virtues of their respective places of abode. Greg liked the earthy atmosphere of the Archangel Toasted Sandwich Emporium though its coffee was terrible, even the Angels avoided it when they could but it did make the best toasted sandwiches in all eternity. That along with the overwhelming aroma of Jasmine was enough for Wayne to come down with severe hay fever every time he acquiesced to meeting up there.
For Wayne the sulfuric vapors coming from the exhausts of hell’s fires was enough to settle him and make him lust for more. There was nothing better than the acrid smell of sulphur getting up your nose and finding a happy home amongst your smell senses to just make your day.
Greg on the other hand always carried a handkerchief laced with peppermint to ward off the acrid smells which did nothing for his delicate senses. It wasn’t long before Greg found himself and his person oozing sudoriferously from every pore of his angelic person. He hated sweating, he hated even more that when he returned to his heavenly cloud (in heaven one’s house/home was always referred to as one’s cloud) he would need to use bottles of antiseptic just to get the smell out of his wings which were very sensitive to the fetor of slime and repulsiveness that permeated the air.
To Wayne of course it was all very redolent, he all but basked in the bouquet of pungentness, to him it was as if an incense was clearing the air of evil unpleasant odours. For Wayne it was musk that he couldn’t stand. It got up his nose and was the perfect thing to spoil a good coffee. For some reason in heaven everywhere you went there was the smell of musk which he suspected was the heavenly bosses’ way of keeping Wayne and his like out of Heaven. And it worked perfectly.
And so the two heavenly divinities sat as they did so often under a sulfur cloud, enjoying the best coffee and the best sushi oblivious to the sunshine pouring down upon the earth outside, Greg holding his peppermint laced hanky to his nose between sips and Wayne breathing deeply thinking what a lucky angel he had been to find himself in such a desirous place.