Many of us have done it. We’ve strolled down the Seattle streets, surrounded by an ambiance of squealing busses or squawking gulls, pacing across pavement for a quick errand, when suddenly, it slowly creeps in like the Seattle fog.
It arrives unexpectedly, beckoning you closer. That sweet scent of cream and sugar mixing with freshly baked waffle cones. A scent of soft vanilla, browning caramel and a hint of cinnamon.