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03/17/2011
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Where is Grandma?
"WHERE IS GRANDMA, ACTUALLY...?" I asked several weeks ago at a family dinner... No one had seen her or heard anything from her lately... After I asked this, there was no other topic of conversation for the entire evening, as we usually heard from her every other day, even if it was just the 127th story about a doctor's visit...
It was around 11 PM by now, pitch dark and very cold outside... We stood in front of the restaurant and talked about the evening and the absence of my dear grandmother. My mother and my aunt were getting quite worried, and we decided to drive to her house together...
My grandmother lives alone outside of large towns in an old house on a hill. After about 15 minutes of driving, we finally reached her home. A little light was on in the top floor...
We rang the bell... From inside the house, we heard the heavy bell ringing... NOTHING!!! We rang again... still NOTHING!!! My mother called my grandma again from her mobile... again, no one answered the phone... Slowly, everyone involved began to seriously worry... But what to do...? My mother suggested we should go through the basement door, which was always open... Said and done... the basement door was indeed unlocked... There was no light down there... so we had to feel our way through the dark basement to the ground floor. In the meantime, it had started to rain, and we heard water running through the pipes...
Finally, we reached the stairs and stood in the hallway. The heating must not have been working for days; it was incredibly cold, and the entire hallway was illuminated by moonlight. A ghostly atmosphere prevailed in the house. My mother began to call for my grandmother... we spread out on the ground floor and searched the rooms. No trace of grandma...
"This is really strange," my aunt suddenly remarked... "DO YOU SMELL THAT?" she asked the group...? As she mentioned it, it smelled somehow different in the house... cold, dry... yes, somewhat musty... "WHAT IS THAT?" my mother asked... none of us knew the answer... we went together to the first floor... The first thing that caught our attention was the old flowers on the windowsill... The bouquet must have been wilted for several weeks... There was no water left in the vase, and the flowers were already dried out. "STRANGE," my aunt said... "MOTHER LOVES FRESH FLOWERS"... Slowly, we really began to worry... We kept calling her name... No answer... We couldn't find her on the first floor either... My father was the first to go to the second floor... that was where the washing and sleeping areas were in the house... This floor was also the only one that had not been renovated yet... The floor creaked under our weight, and here the dry, musty smell was much stronger than downstairs... "THIS IS UNBEARABLE," my uncle remarked and decided to wait outside as he was feeling nauseous...
I went ahead and saw that in my grandmother's bedroom, a bit of light was shining through the crack of the door... We called her name again... but again no reaction... the closer we got to the room, the more intense the smell became... COULD IT BE... my father didn't want to say more... but we all knew what he meant... Outside, it was raining heavily, and we could hear the rain pounding on the roof and against the windows... The atmosphere was like in an Alfred Hitchcock film...
I grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the heavy wooden door... it creaked as it opened... immediately we had that old, musty smell in our noses... stronger than ever before... In one corner of the room, a small lamp was on... The moonlight additionally illuminated the room... The bed looked rumpled... but there was still no trace of grandma... However, in the adjoining bathroom, we heard noises for the first time since our arrival... it sounded like someone was sweeping up shards... We opened the bathroom door and saw.....
My grandma in a nightgown with a hairnet, holding a dustpan... When we opened the door and she saw us, her heart nearly stopped... "WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE SO LATE???" she understandably asked... "WE WERE WORRIED," my aunt and mother said in chorus... "WE CALLED AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWER THE PHONE..." "MY HEARING AID IS BROKEN, AND THAT'S NO REASON TO SCARE ME TO DEATH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!" was my grandmother's somewhat flippant response...
"AND WHAT THE HELL SMELLS SO BAD HERE...?" my father asked... "OH, I DROPPED THIS BOTTLE OF PERFUME," she said, pointing to the floor... It was the broken flacon of ALL THAT MATTERS by Anamor...
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About the scent: As in the story above (which is, of course, fictional; my grandma is doing great), it simply smells OLD to me... and it FILLS the room, the floors-no, the HOUSE!!!
You spray it on and immediately think of old, damp cellar rooms... I can't make out any floral or woody nuances... The scent just disgusts me...
The longevity on my skin is phenomenal... INCREDIBLY intense, and even after three days (despite multiple showers), my wrist still faintly smelled of... OLD MUSTY GRANDMA (age 105 and up)...
It hardly changes on my skin... Once sprayed, that’s it... What you smell then will still be perceived unchanged hours later...
Clearly, NO RECOMMENDATION TO BUY... This stuff should be burned... and that outside of any towns with more than 10 inhabitants... Do it like the Vikings... off on a wooden raft with all supplies WORLDWIDE... set it on fire and off it goes to the open sea...
It was around 11 PM by now, pitch dark and very cold outside... We stood in front of the restaurant and talked about the evening and the absence of my dear grandmother. My mother and my aunt were getting quite worried, and we decided to drive to her house together...
My grandmother lives alone outside of large towns in an old house on a hill. After about 15 minutes of driving, we finally reached her home. A little light was on in the top floor...
We rang the bell... From inside the house, we heard the heavy bell ringing... NOTHING!!! We rang again... still NOTHING!!! My mother called my grandma again from her mobile... again, no one answered the phone... Slowly, everyone involved began to seriously worry... But what to do...? My mother suggested we should go through the basement door, which was always open... Said and done... the basement door was indeed unlocked... There was no light down there... so we had to feel our way through the dark basement to the ground floor. In the meantime, it had started to rain, and we heard water running through the pipes...
Finally, we reached the stairs and stood in the hallway. The heating must not have been working for days; it was incredibly cold, and the entire hallway was illuminated by moonlight. A ghostly atmosphere prevailed in the house. My mother began to call for my grandmother... we spread out on the ground floor and searched the rooms. No trace of grandma...
"This is really strange," my aunt suddenly remarked... "DO YOU SMELL THAT?" she asked the group...? As she mentioned it, it smelled somehow different in the house... cold, dry... yes, somewhat musty... "WHAT IS THAT?" my mother asked... none of us knew the answer... we went together to the first floor... The first thing that caught our attention was the old flowers on the windowsill... The bouquet must have been wilted for several weeks... There was no water left in the vase, and the flowers were already dried out. "STRANGE," my aunt said... "MOTHER LOVES FRESH FLOWERS"... Slowly, we really began to worry... We kept calling her name... No answer... We couldn't find her on the first floor either... My father was the first to go to the second floor... that was where the washing and sleeping areas were in the house... This floor was also the only one that had not been renovated yet... The floor creaked under our weight, and here the dry, musty smell was much stronger than downstairs... "THIS IS UNBEARABLE," my uncle remarked and decided to wait outside as he was feeling nauseous...
I went ahead and saw that in my grandmother's bedroom, a bit of light was shining through the crack of the door... We called her name again... but again no reaction... the closer we got to the room, the more intense the smell became... COULD IT BE... my father didn't want to say more... but we all knew what he meant... Outside, it was raining heavily, and we could hear the rain pounding on the roof and against the windows... The atmosphere was like in an Alfred Hitchcock film...
I grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the heavy wooden door... it creaked as it opened... immediately we had that old, musty smell in our noses... stronger than ever before... In one corner of the room, a small lamp was on... The moonlight additionally illuminated the room... The bed looked rumpled... but there was still no trace of grandma... However, in the adjoining bathroom, we heard noises for the first time since our arrival... it sounded like someone was sweeping up shards... We opened the bathroom door and saw.....
My grandma in a nightgown with a hairnet, holding a dustpan... When we opened the door and she saw us, her heart nearly stopped... "WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE SO LATE???" she understandably asked... "WE WERE WORRIED," my aunt and mother said in chorus... "WE CALLED AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWER THE PHONE..." "MY HEARING AID IS BROKEN, AND THAT'S NO REASON TO SCARE ME TO DEATH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!" was my grandmother's somewhat flippant response...
"AND WHAT THE HELL SMELLS SO BAD HERE...?" my father asked... "OH, I DROPPED THIS BOTTLE OF PERFUME," she said, pointing to the floor... It was the broken flacon of ALL THAT MATTERS by Anamor...
...................
About the scent: As in the story above (which is, of course, fictional; my grandma is doing great), it simply smells OLD to me... and it FILLS the room, the floors-no, the HOUSE!!!
You spray it on and immediately think of old, damp cellar rooms... I can't make out any floral or woody nuances... The scent just disgusts me...
The longevity on my skin is phenomenal... INCREDIBLY intense, and even after three days (despite multiple showers), my wrist still faintly smelled of... OLD MUSTY GRANDMA (age 105 and up)...
It hardly changes on my skin... Once sprayed, that’s it... What you smell then will still be perceived unchanged hours later...
Clearly, NO RECOMMENDATION TO BUY... This stuff should be burned... and that outside of any towns with more than 10 inhabitants... Do it like the Vikings... off on a wooden raft with all supplies WORLDWIDE... set it on fire and off it goes to the open sea...
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