I bought a pack of cloves recently and finally got around to having one yesterday, as the weather was nice enough to actually take a cigarette break during the day. I normally have a pack in my purse, but I went a couple months without one this time, I guess because the weather had made me unwilling to walk to the tobacco shop and then stand outside long enough to smoke.

In any case, the smell of cloves is still tied very closely for me to the year I was 18-19, and smoking one always makes me want to go dye my hair black again and listen to Sisters of Mercy. Which I probably will - the Sisters part, not the dye part.