It's the season when you'd want a fire, or would be if it was properly cold

[metrocentric]

A woman standing near me on the platform at Chancery Lane tube the other morning gave off a scorched odour.

More precisely, as if she had been close to a burning car for a while.

Not just the burnt rubber smell, but also the hot metal, melted synthetic materials, the petrol flared off and the leather and the paint all incinerated.

Comments

[murun.livejournal.com]

I have a perfume called "Fireplace", which smells exactly as if I've been in the garden all day throwing green woody stuff on a bonfire. It degrades to the smell of sick after a few hours on skin though. Sick plus bonfires going out. A drunken 5th November night, maybe.