all the random components of a lovely day on the slopes.
What the hell in my mildly overcooked omelette would make me conjure up such vivid images of skiing?
Then I realized, “hey, my house kind of smells like a ski shop.
No wait….
Instead, it was just a normal piece of plastic melting on a hot stove.
BUT IT SMELLED AMAZING!
It smelled so good.
Better than any perfume, flower, hot apple pie, or rare vial of Sex Panther by Odion.
However, if you tune your own skis or board and are starting to get psyched for ski season?
It will transport you there in a good way.
And if you get your tune at a shop?
