If you've been looking into troop deployment canceled, the scent of damp wool and diesel always takes me back to a rainy November I spent near Ramstein Air Base. That…
If you've been looking into national security risk, the scent of jasmine always takes me back to a tiny cafe in Hanoi. Sipping strong Vietnamese coffee, watching the chaotic ballet…
The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sterile glow on the room. Another press briefing. Another carefully worded statement. I can almost smell the acrid tang of stale coffee and those…
It was the smell of burning wood in a small taverna in the Carpathian Mountains that first made me think seriously about energy. Not because that fire was particularly polluting…