Strange things come through the shop doors some days. This one perfumed the shop for a time, a bamboo cutting board which had been resting on a hot electric coil. Everything smelled like burnt corn husk.
Everything. It was a pervasive scent, intriguing at first and overwhelming after a time.
Scraped, chiseled, sanded, and… well, not exactly like brand new, but in usable shape once again!