The dentist's waiting room

The nose welcomed us into a dentist's waiting room, delivering the scents of clinical contraptions, a new carpet and insulating tape enveloping a stack of warm electronics. Rejecting the offer of dental floss, our palates were instead served barbecue burnt ends and cornbread, with a side of pineapple on a hickory slab. Water gave the nose a splash of rum punch, a bowl of peanuts and a self-assembly figurine kit. The palate finished triumphantly with a smoked fruit salad, topped with shredded mint and burnt rosemary in honey.