Freshly cut hay
"When you go for a walk in the evening, you breathe in the scent of freshly cut hay, hear the cuckoo in the forest, see the stars passing by, your heart, yes, your heart is purer, filled with air, light and the peaceful blue horizon, where the earth touches the sky in a silent kiss.
Oh! Like women's hair exuding its fragrance! Like the skin of their soft hands when their eyes look at us and penetrate our soul!" Gustave Flaubert
