For a Kazakhstani, the smell that embodies happiness and freedom is the scent of a boundless steppe. It is the wind that smells like wormwood, rough and sweet herbs. Stones heated by the sun and soil cracked by the heat. Subtle smell of leather horse harness. Sundried clumps of saxaul. Give yourself away to the wind and soar above the steppe that goes beyond the horizon. Great and blissful.
