My food, I think, is big. It's aggressive, it's aggressively seasoned, and it's hearty.
I love musk oil. There's something about musk that makes it memorable without being overpowering.
Don't wear bacon cologne. If you put on...you know what? Screw it. Wear it. If you are the type of guy who is tempted to wear bacon cologne, it's not like you could get laid any less.
I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices.
Horseradish is one of those perk-me-ups. You can use it in a cocktail sauce, you can bread fish with it - it loses its punch when cooked. It's a 'What is that?' flavor. It adds depth of flavor to things.
Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues.
A perfect chutney needs patience. If you are cooking it, cook it on a low flame; the flavors come out the best that way.
I don't like bad smells.
Writers speak stench.
I love the smell of frying liver. It kind of releases a sweetness into the air, and it kind of prickles your nose, and it kind of makes you awake... it gets me excited.
It is not a fragrant world.
No scent is more sensual or more memorable to me than musk.
The 'Love Island' villa smells. That's the one thing the audience at home never see.
My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
