I completely get this to have something so special to be taken from us by a move, someone else or just some unfortunate circumstance and we will never forget them as they were our 'venomous poison' that we cannot get enough of. If only I could nominate
Judging comments: I freaking love this. I love that it can be taken so many different ways, but I see such hope here. The way I read this is this person, the vanilla and cedarwood, they are your fond memories, they're the goodness you hold in your life - and the talk of cancerous memories and being driven to extinction, I see this as a rebirth. You're grasping onto the good and choking out all the bad. Love love love this!