I want to hear the simmer
Of the old coffee pot;
I want to hear it hummin’
When it’d gettin’ good and hot;
I want to see the vapor rise,
Like incense in the room,
And float about a-fillin’
Every corner with perfume.
~John W. Fellows, “The Old Coffee Pot,”
in The People’s Home Journal, July 1903
John W. Fellows ~ Poem
I like that. Poem about cigar smoke requested. Coffee,cigar smoke and cut grass. The triumvirate of happy aromas
I like the freshly mowed grass and coffee aromas…
one of two memories of my great grandad, cigar smoke
My dad was a cigar smoker…
I never would be. I guess the smell can go both ways.. the act is different again
As I got older, the odor of cigar smoke, turned me off…
I am shocked this was written in 1903 – I love it
I’m glad you loved it…