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The Journals of Meltmoth
In 1962, I found the journals of my great-great-uncle. His name was Horace Meltmoth, a resident of York in the 1800s. Born with extremely poor eyesight, Horace was instead gifted with an exceptional sense of smell. With this, he navigated the city using nothing but aroma as a guide. In those days, the city walls contained almost every odour imaginable. It would have been a scent to behold! In the 1800s, York stank. It stank of cocoa and candied peels. It stank of toasted crusts from Petergate’s bakeries; of sweet,... Read more...