Welcome to the Valley of Ashes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald described it as, “[A] fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.”
If you’re not wealthy enough to find yourself in either West Egg or East Egg, you may land here…huddled among the industrial factories spewing ash and generating wealth found in fancy places like the Eggs. Valley of Ashes provides the stage for a pivotal intersection in the novel. A simple gas station. A speeding car. A dead body. And seething revenge.
Notes: Coal, Tar, Bourbon, Tobacco, Bitter Citrus, Smoke, Leather, Motor Oil, Burning Rubber, Diesel, Clove, Birch Tar, Bergamot