In my experience, cinnamon is one of those spices that you can recognise very quickly, both by its scent and its taste. For me, cinnamon belongs in winter - when it's dark and cold, we have tea with cinnamon or, at Christmas time, cinnamon stars or rice pudding with cinnamon sugar. The bark of the cinnamon tree, which grows mainly in Asia, is peeled off, dried and then used accordingly. The cinnamon tree is evergreen and can live for several hundred years. Not bad! So for me it has something of the paradise that was once lost to us: it lives for a very long time can reproduce infinitely often in that time and reminds me of the trees that the prophet John speaks of in his Revelation when he tells us that he saw trees that bear fruit 12 times a year and whose leaves are used to heal the nations. In the case of the cinnamon tree, it is the bark - a contemporary witness for me of great biological wonders that await us in eternity - I will remember it next time and look forward to eternity when I smell cinnamon - and you?
I wish you an extraordinary day!
