I have and will always belong among the fire and knives.
As a young lad I had several of the plastic Bowie knives. I would break them within a few days of purchase. Graduation to just shy of a million pocket knives and soon enough I had lit the driveway on fire. I was destined to become a Chef. Ma even said “I should have known.”.
I can sense the shine of a knife store around the next block.
Be it in a kitchen or in camp I gravitate like moth to the flame.
Campfire smell is not a sign you need to wash your clothes. To me it’s the much sought after smell they should try to put into laundry soap.
If someone made campfire scented laundry pods I would buy them. (If you do, then make a complete line up…. Juniper, Hickory, Pine, cherry, ect…)
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