So it's been an agonizing time here at the office in Amman... I'm literally out of breath. Lungs full of fumes as I agonize over the new Sultan Rose Attar. I don't know what got the idea of making a frankincense heavy oud attar this time around in my head and I'm seeing the last of my precious Qaboos rose disappear as there is no end in sight to this experiment in fragrant suffocation....
The best part was during iftar and tarawih prayers, when someone went around with a roll on, swiping everyone with a chemical warfare juice from hell. The only break my lungs got was ruined by the household cleaner frag the brother thought to grace everyone with. I gave him an earful afterward but to what use?.... By then I could taste the detergent worthy 'fragrance' in my mouth!
I guess this stuff is not very much fun to read, but it is my reality, the life of a nose plagued by smells....
The best part was during iftar and tarawih prayers, when someone went around with a roll on, swiping everyone with a chemical warfare juice from hell. The only break my lungs got was ruined by the household cleaner frag the brother thought to grace everyone with. I gave him an earful afterward but to what use?.... By then I could taste the detergent worthy 'fragrance' in my mouth!
I guess this stuff is not very much fun to read, but it is my reality, the life of a nose plagued by smells....
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