Just in it for the Monet.
The intoxicating scent of oil paints on a fresh palette.
Not to mention beautiful.
The woody aroma inside a new tin of charcoal pencils.
A perfect container of creativity.
The ashy smell of charcoal crayon dust covering your sketch book.
And often times on your hands too.
The sickening blend of metal, chemicals, and paint inside your Silicoil container.
Before and after the semester.