They say that our sense of smell is one of the most accurate senses we possess. Certain smells can transport us back to various times in our past. I can remember the smell of beef stew in my mom's kitchen, or - this is going WAY back - I can remember the aroma from our neighbor baking cookies, with cinnamon and nutmeg wafting through the apartment we lived in. I might have been 3 or 4 years old.
Not to mention coffee... if I smell it across the house, it almost instantly perks me up!
Bacon? Forgetaboutit!
So close your eyes for a second and imagine the sweetest smelling wood you can imagine. Have you ever walked into a room where someone has just cut some pine, or sassafras, where the room is fragrant with the aroma of freshly sawn wood?
That's what my shop has smelled like all week.
I'm working on an urn that will eventually end up in Italy, in a mausoleum wall. I'm not sure of the logistics and laws, but it's my understanding it will stay sealed for 99 years, at which time it may be removed or rehoused. So this container needs to last. And not deteriorate too badly.
According to tradition that my client has researched, the urn should be made from Cedar of Lebanon, which is the source of the aroma wafting from my shop.
I'm not sure how to describe it, and even less certain where to find it. He located a slab in Northern California, and had it resawn and brought it to my shop, where it has been stored, drying slowly.
And here's some guidance of what he wants built.
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