Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the smell of my grandfather's workshop in Cluj—cedar shavings, old tobacco, and the quiet hum of a hand plane. Funny how a scent can carry you back faster than any photograph.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the smell of my grandfather's workshop in Cluj—cedar shavings, old tobacco, and the quiet hum of a hand plane. Funny how a scent can carry you back faster than any photograph.