Am I the last to know?
I must confess I had never heard of Fatburger! (gasp)
So I read up on Fatburger's history.
Well, I'm just gonna have to try it!
What about you? What can you tell me about Fatburger?
I invite you to sit back, relax, and wend your way through the Maui smells described below.Maui's smells are unique, visceral.
"The smell of eucalyptus takes me right back to my childhood in Olinda. There is a small cabin on the Haleakala ranch called the Peanut House that is surrounded by a wonderful eucalyptus forest. I can remember the smell of the trees mixed with kiawe wood on the fire and the wonderful music that filled the air when my father and his friends would play together."Jeff is one my favorite music artists!
"Landing in Kahului after an absence of 12 years, I received a lei from my sister-in-law as I stepped into the terminal. The sweet fragrance of tuberose hit me, suddenly bringing me back to a life I once knew. In the car on the way home, she broke out containers of tako poke and the smell of green onion and tako filled my nose. Yum. Ocean saltiness on the spray at Ho'okipa reminded me that this island, once my home, sails the sea like a ship. At Jaws, a detour to see the waves brought us into a group of local families sitting on the backs of their pick-ups. The smell of pakalolo smoke drifted around us and I knew Maui hadn't changed that much.
On the way up Baldwin Avenue, we saw fallow fields instead of the acres of pineapples that once stretched to the horizon. What? No more coasting down the mountain behind a load of pineapples? That strong, sweet odor of ripe pineapples once reminded me of nothing so much as the fresh cotton candy that I loved as a kid. No moa'. No more smell of cane fertilizer in the ditches either. Well, no great loss there. But the strong molasses smell of the burning cane and the acrid odor of burning bagasse in the cane processing factories were a thing of the past, I guess... at least in this part of the island.
A quick stop at Komoda's in Makawao gave me the chance to inhale that familiar smell of mouth watering bakery goodness...sweet, warm donuts tempted me. So I ate several. A stroll by Polli's brought more memories... stale beer and fresh hot tortillas and salsa rolled out onto the sidewalk, inviting me inside. Time for that later.
Up Olinda Road I walked until I entered the dark, shady tunnel of towering eucalyptus. That smell will forever define my life up there: not quite piney, not exactly medicinal, but strongly herbal, resin-ey, with a hint of cat urine... but GOOD! Did I just write that?
I don't need to talk about the multitude of floral smells because what could be more of a cliche than flowers in the tropics, but just one flower needs mention to finish my aural ramblings: the gardenia bush that produced dozens of pure, glorious, delicious-smelling blossoms in its season. I used to put the half-opened buds in my car, next to my bed, in a home-made corsage for my wife to wear. Just walking by the gardenias made my first day back in Maui so sweet."
Komoda doughnuts frying, at 6:30 am ... mouth-watering
Ho'okipa spray ... salty fresh, invigorating
Punawai near Hansen's ... faintly sour some days, more pungent on others
The morning air in Makawao when it snows on Haleakala ... clean, crisp
Fallen guavas covered with morning dew ... sweet, reminding me of guava fights way back when
Pig pen in H'Poko, down below the old sugar mill (hanabata days) ... strong, earthy
Flower lei at high school graduations ... heady