Chemically Imbalanced (espresso-jogged screeds)

no idea where she gets it

signs the blogdaughter might be a future coffee cupper:

walks in the house with one of those gnarly sweetgum balls.
takes a deep, stale whiff.

“smells like
gum and boiled eggs,
peaches,
a little bit of honey bake,
snickerdoodle cookies
silver spears
and golden shiny.”

wait, wha?