Garlic Naan
I once stayed in a hotel in Calcutta that was adjacent to a popular bakery that made only naan bread, plain and garlic. They would fire the ovens early in the morning and I would wake up salivating from bread dreams. All of my possessions were infused with the odor. Weeks later, while in the mountains of northern India, I caught the fragrance of garlic naan on a T-shirt. I considered eating it.
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