About the book: year / Fantasy detective story with a culinary twist. We can say that it is not only my eyes that guide me from home to work, but also smells... Because, strictly speaking, smells are my profession. I am the nose. This feature of my body became clear quite early, when I was just starting to speak, at the age of one and a half years. With my eyes closed, I distinguished mom from grandma and dad from Uncle F. Well, how could it be otherwise - after all, they all smelled differently! Grandmother - apples, mother - vanilla and honey - and when she was angry, the honey became bitter and was saturated with notes of black pepper. Dad smelled of lavender and juniper in the morning, and in the evening he brought home the pungent smell of horse sweat, tanned leather and fresh grass. Uncle... well, it’s difficult with him. He smelled of books, parchment, burning candles - but also for some reason thunderstorm, pine needles and salt...