Aroma as Object

Maybe because it's one big room or maybe that it's made from 10,000 bricks each with 100 nooks and crannies or maybe that the exposed rough sawn roof is like velcro.
But for whatever reason, aromas here become an object, a three dimensional thing that doesn't want to leave for days.

I started the bread yesterday, roasting cumin seeds from Turkey, sesame seeds and steelcut oats.  This morning, the aroma was as palpable as yesterday.  I think it becomes a micro thin layer of patina.
Added some dried Sevilla orange peel to the dough.

The aroma is as physical as the walls or the doors or the 11' skylight.

Burnt a bit of Palo Santo, roasted up some green coffee beans (oh my god, the smell of that! Roasted Chocolate and smoke) and the bread.
Should sell it. Maybe open as a popup aroma venue.  Somehow.
It will still be here tomorrow and probably the day after.