Photography by Juwan Platt
The only thing I brought home from my first trip to Spain was an after-shave drenched love letter and the biggest can of Pimenton (smoked paprika) I could fit in my backpack. I still have the can that held the Pimenton. It’s long since been empty of spice, but safe inside is the first, last and only love letter I received from my Spanish admirer. The scent of the after-shave has been replaced with a smokey memory.
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