"Smells yellow to me, citrus-y, sharp. If it were in the winter, maybe I would have painted a pretty blue bowl with lemons in it. Later in the summer, perhaps yellow sunflowers with some lavender to complement and evoke. At this time of year, however, the sound of yellow is an incessant zzzzt-zzzt of hurtling insect bodies and yellow feels like a sort of wondering anxiety about all those little holes in the roof trusses. In the month of May, Clarity = yellow = Carpenter Beastie meets Yella Wood."