This particular black walnut I got in a park a couple of falls ago. The kids, remembering the story, brought it to me with the idea that I would show them how to make the "brew". I plucked it out of Miah's hand, and brought it to my nose. Breathing deeply, the summers of my childhood rushed back to me. The scent, I swear, I can still smell even years later. It's funny how a smell can do that to you.