Does a rose still smell as sweet when there are no olfaction receptors to smell it?
The colour of life fades as Covid strips my sense of smell
A sense I spared no sensitivity to until it fell
I wander each day empty and amplified by self isolation
Realising the place epicurean joy has in my inspiration
A joy that could be bought by no body but worth countless treasures
An innate ability to explore the colours of culinary pleasure