Funny thing, about regaining my sense of smell, after many decades' smoking tobacco and developing a coronary occlusion, by having a stent put in my upper left ventricular artery, thus (after after long gradual attrition) having a normal flow of fresh, oxygenated blood restored, to my heart's upper left ventricle, and, as it happens, to my head (and my nose)--

Along with balmy evening air, I have come to appreciate, and find beguilingly fragrant, Bigelow's English Breakfast tea--and I'm saving a bundle on the funds I'm no longer sending to tea purveyors in Darjeeling.