Holiday Collection: Home

Scent: Cinnamon Coffee

Size: 9oz 

Poem:

 Home

What makes home…home

Is that the aroma can never mimic or replace any other - just  like an old memory

So walk with me - as I allow you to inhale it with my words

Enter the kitchen as a translucent glass cup filled with a fire red potion is awaiting your presence

Smell the sensation of cinnamon and other spices enter your nostrils

Spices I shall not name because this poet lacks its’ translation

For this tea is older than the English language itself

We transition to the ceremonial coffee as the sun begins to set

And the aroma travels through every crack in each room , to the closet, and to the roots of my curly hair

Because each bean is cooked one by one with precision and care

Bless the smoke rising from the beans and bring it to your nose with your hands

And let it rush through every bone in your body

Because the smell of this home represents the origin of coffee and many things within the African horn

The origins that make up this colorful, abstract quilt that I call Home.

-Bitania Yemane