Upon visiting some place new, senses are heightened and the mind is working overtime trying to store as much information as possible. The one thing I noticed on arriving at The National Hotel in Jerusalem was the smell: Citrus, everything smelled of citrus. The next day, on entering the Old City through Herod’s Gate into the Arab Quarter we noticed the preponderance of oranges, bananas and pomegranates. The citrus smell that I had put down to some cleaning product was everywhere. After a few days I realized that it was coming from my own pours. I began to smell like citrus. Of course I had been imbibing in frequent juice breaks of freshly squeezed orange and pomegranates. As far as nutrition goes the vitamins in citrus fruit deteriorates from the point of picking, but this was so fresh it tasted like nothing I had ever tasted. My favourite drink was pomegranate. I found it expensive in the grocery store back home, but here, in Jerusalem it was relatively inexpensive and beyond worth. After walking a number of hours in the crowded streets it was delightful to sit and drink fresh juice and become one with the smell of citrus, which everyone else smelt of.