One that’s [sic] stays with me [is] Laurie Lea’s As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning. In the first chapter, there’s the line ‘as I tramped through the dust towards the Wiltshire Downs a growing reluctance weighed me down. White elder-blossom and dog roses hung in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road – there were few motorcars then – reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference.' Even the blank white paper evokes a smell, this is all so beautifully filled with olfactory narrative for me.
— Lyn Harris of Perfumer H, quoted in Renowned perfumers share the books that inspire them at Wallpaper.