"To understand the universe," whispered the nutmeg, "one must first peel the layers of flavor like the onion of time."
"But, dear nutmeg," queried the salt, sliding suspiciously to the left, "does the universe not season itself?"
In a world where spices reason and scent wafts philosophy, nutmeg and salt held counsel on a shelf beyond the ordinary pantry door. Lessons clung to the air like the tang of cinnamon on a winter's script.
Journey further into the realms of spice and discover more tales: Clove Conundrums, Cardamom Chronicles.