Since butter flew my coop, the vanilla “scented” plug-in type smell-good has taken on a downwind after-smell. It’s something in the butter and the air freshener. I have found a stand in for my beloved butter. Brummel and Brown with yogurt. Whatever it’s made of, it doesn’t have that very unpleasant phantom smell and flavor. I’ve since had toast, corn, baked potato, and pancakes. Mission accomplished. Really.
Today I began to condition my hair with our new coconut and something cream rinse well now I am being tortured by that smell all around my face. It’s not even a smell, it’s a “schmell”. A schmell because it’s more like a thing, not a smell. Schmell molecules that are allowed to take up smell receptors simply out of obligation. My nose cannot hide from this schmell. It is constantly around me, physically.
If I turn my head to quickly, whoosh the schmell. Sitting by a window, a breeze, usually so desired, but now dreaded. Schmell agitator!
I would not have had to go through this had I JUST OPENED AND SMELLED at the store. I ALWAYS DO IT! Why did I assume that it would be wildly coco nutty?
And then there is the possibility that it’s not coco nutty at all. My husband gave it the all time formidable “it sucks” commentary. I guess my daughter is next-up. No warning just put it in the bathroom for her.
*If you are interested in the article re; Butter prior to this one, here is the link:
http://theambiguousfrog.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-bipolar-ive-lost-my-butter.html
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