When I was young, I used to go out with my grandfather and scout around Oddakkadu fields (our farm's name) for a certain root used as perfume and in preparations in south India, called Vettiver in tamil. I loved pulling it up and taking in the aroma along with the smell of moist dirt. Wonderfully refreshing. Lakshmi at nonscience led me down memory lane with a post on vettiver.
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