Today, I am preparing customs papers for a lot of different shipments from here to there. And when not typing numbers into forms and making sure that all the number make sense: sniffing paper strips, dipped into golden, yellow or orange liquids, smelling of tuberose and gardenia. Actually, I prefer sniffing to typing, but then: The typing is needed to support and finance the sniffing.

Fragrant greetings from behind a pile of commercial invoices.