Searching for inspiration or a clever idea to use in this post, I idly googled "books to read in autumn". I'm not sure what I was expecting, but the crafty search engine seemed to have anticipated my frame of my mind and came up with an automated list that's quite fitting and brings up memories from many fall seasons and places. Here's a screenshot of the Google oracle. It's not that hard to scent it, isn't it"

Jane Eyre (Charlotte Brontë, 1847).  How many times have I read this early Victorian Gothic novel" How many of its film and television adaptations have I watched*" It's always dark, o course, there are horses, dogs, Jane's favorite hiding spot outside, wildflowers, Mr. Rochester's cigar. Oh, and a madwoman locked in the attic. What will happen if I layer vintage Tabac Blond (Caron), vintage Cuir de Russie (Chanel), and a good dollop of Mandy Aftel's Bergamoss" I guess I'm the real madwoman.
*My favorite is the 1973 BBC miniseries.

The Hobbit (J. R. R. Tolkien, 1937). Long before Peter Jackson greedily butchered the story, there were earthy hobbits and dwarves, a fire-breathing dragon, and a wizard who probably hasn't bathed properly in a while. At first I was thinkin about all the patchouli and smoke I could find, but the newest Slumberhouse perfume, New Sibet, is animalic, warm, and has a weird ash note.

Rebecca ( Daphne du Maurier, 1938). "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." .  These words are enou...