Coming up for air

“You know the smell churches have, a peculiar, dank, dusty, decaying, sweetish sort of smell.There’s a touch of candle-grease in it, and perhaps a whiff of incense and a suspicion of mice, and on Sunday mornings it’s a bit overlaid by yellow soap and serge dresses, but predominantly it’s that sweet, dusty, musty smell that’s like the smell of death and life mixed up together. It’s powdered corpses, really.”

George Orwell, Coming up for air