Yesterday I was reading a lovely book from the 70's called Mister God, This is Anna. All of a sudden my nose caught a whiff of the paper - a musty old book smell. This instantly brought to mind images of my college library. I loved going there and it smelled just like this book in among all those shelves. For me, that library represents all the books I've read and loved over the years because it was at college that I really came to respect and love the written word. I don't know if it's the paper they use now, or if it just takes time for the pages to absorb this scent, but books today don't smell like this.
I love this fragrance because I associate it with stacks and shelves of good books and the wonderful times I've spent reading them. To me, this is the smell of imagination, the smell of the mind forming and accepting something new. This is the aroma of another world where anything is possible.
The scent of a good book. This is what I smell in paradise.