Two.

It smells musty. Or sometimes like gun powder and metal. Sometimes it smells earthy. Often it smells fresh. Mostly when I see it I think of gasoline or of war. Or Georgia actually. You see, the shade of a color really does seem to affect how it feels. Often it’s stiff, or it’s wet. A lot of times it’s dirty. But in a purposeful way. It’s also quite complementary to my other favorite color, which is bright and in-the-way. Its sweet and tasty, and almost more appealing in flavour than color. It makes me think of work, or sometimes of exotic things, and often gobstoppers for some reason. Colors, I guess, can make one think of lots of things.