No one planted it. It grows where it decides to, between fence posts, along the edges of quintal walls, wherever the sun reaches and nobody thought to look. The tomatinho do mato is the wild cherry tomato of Brazil, small and sharp and entirely its own.
Crush a stem between your fingers and the smell is immediate: green, electric, the ripe fruit and warm marigold already underneath it, the earth grounding everything below.
Two presses into a room or onto linen. If you already know what a tomato stem smells like when you break it, this is for you.
