But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky,
a particular perfume that you had once
loved and that brings subtle memories with it,
a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again,
Up until now, Sir, your works keep making us, the over-educated dandies, feel so gay in a melancholy way. Thank you from the depths. - Sebastian Melmoth in The Picture of Dorian Gray -
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Whether it is a warm gun or a warm mug, Pipe down.. It had been more than two years since I brewed a cup of Jamaica coffee myself because it is quite rare and local roasters don't sell the beans. Yesterweek, a friend brought me a 243 grams of it. I won't claim that it's the best coffee in the world. But subjectively, it's my favourite. The smell is pleasantly nostalgic.
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