SENSE: Tactile . Smell 
 
The first time I mined Herkimer Diamonds with my father I remember the scentsation of our hammers breaking open the sedimentary rocks after the long winter snow had melted and the spring waters lefts sparkling pockets teasing us to dig.
 
There was this incredible magical aroma that became stronger as we chipped away unearthing one more radiant crystal after another. My Father often told me tales of how in the family shamans and Alchemists would powder gems to create healing philterz that would fill the air with their heady scents.That day I fully realized the truth of the sweet crisp scentsations of minerals and crystals. Who knew?
 
That scent'story is memorialized in this Adirondack Alpine-level representation of that first love of being a rock hound alchemist. La Chaim to life Dad!
The violets are for Mom smiling in the background. Love you all ways and always.