...rosewood, that is. Tim has been leveling the fretboard of this 1964 Fender Jazz bass and, if one bends down close to the dust accumulating at the end there is a distinct scent arising from it. At once bitter, cool and slightly sweet with only a hint of the arid, acrid loam from which the tree sprang. The scent of rosewood dust transports one to another world.
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