Book: BlackBerry wine

For a moment, it seemed to her as if she heard some smell, a strange, lively aroma of sugar, and apples, and blackberry jelly, and smoke. The smell of nostalgia, and for a second she almost understood why Jay loved this place so much with its small vineyards, apple trees and goats that roam the marshy plains. For a moment, she became a little girl again, and grandma baked pies in the kitchen, and the wind from the sea sang in the telephone wires.