Imagine you walked into a room that smelled like your favorite food. using at least one type of figurative language, describe the smell without stating the type of food. (use one of the following: hyperbole, metaphor, simile, or personification.)

Some movies I've seen that are set in Italy show a family outside all seated around a very large table. The joyous noise is overwhelming and the food is never ending.

People come out in spring and summer because there is a specialness in the air that's as aromatic as the food on the table. Celebrating each meal as though it was a feast (which it is in the hands of people like that), brings a rightness to everyone at the table, each as welcome as anyone else or they wouldn't be there.

So the reds or whites of the sauces, or the greens of the salads or the yellows of the cheeses, or the sparkling glasses holding the purest wine that can be afforded all blend in a dazzling mixture of blinding color the way an artist would put his colors onto his canvas.

As I walked inside the air conditioned greenhouse I saw a near bush call out to me (personification). The bush had dark green leaves and had beautiful fruits which were as red as scarlet silk (simile). I couldn’t help myself; the fruit’s scent was more seductive than cigarette fumes. The red fruit is a gentle lady that aroused my male senses (personification). She flirted with me sanely but her heart was made of stone (metaphor) for the moment I drew near her to take a bite out of her juicy exterior I was stung by her poison.

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