My grandfather used to till his privately-owned rice field.

He holds a personal grudge against me.

Using the private railway makes commuting very convenient.

The fragrance of the sweet osmanthus is spreading throughout the garden.

On nights when the 'katsura flower' (a euphemism for the moon) shines beautifully, I feel special.

Snowflakes are piling up on the window glass, creating a beautiful scenery.

She loves the scent of jasmine flowers.

This dish has a faint aroma of oregano.

She's always been the 'dango instead of flowers' type.

The peach blossoms are blooming, and I can feel the arrival of spring.