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WHETHER the air-conditioning is set cold or warm, it makes no difference to the smell that these books emanate. For readers, the complex bibliosmia — with its sharp and earthy scent — is just as enjoyable as the story itself.

THE sound of applause brought her out of her reverie. Her small hands smoothed the front of her uniform. When she was ready, she stood and walked slowly towards the stage.

"AIYOH, what happened to your face? Lu si puok lok mihoon tang si boh? (Did you fall into the powder drum?)," asked a startled next-door neighbour in Hokkien as I ventured out to the garden to pluck a couple of kaffir lime leaves for my mee Siam.

THE repulsive smell of exhaust fumes from the passing cars outside mingle with the aroma of cooking, creating a sharp, contrasting scent that is neither pleasant nor repugnant. I’ve just arrived at the doorstep of Sek Yuen, a renowned Chinese restaurant near the tail-end of Jalan Pudu in Kuala Lumpur, celebrated for its Cantonese cuisine for 76 years.

THERE’S always something new to discover at Nelayanku, a seafood restaurant near Pavilion Bukit Jalil in Kuala Lumpur.

AFTER being cooped up at home for almost two years, thanks to Covid-19, I miss rolling on a plush hotel bed and walking into an F&B outlet with spreads of breakfast buffet. 

THE elevator doors open with a low hum as my mum and I prepare to escape the metal box and into the shiny runway at the Vogue Lounge Kuala Lumpur, an upscale restaurant sets on the 38th floor of Menara Suezcap in Bangsar South, Kuala Lumpur.