Happy New Year's Eve - What's That Smell?

This was going to be a charming end of the year post.

I was going to write something eloquent and moving.

Something that might possibly bring a tear to your eye.

Instead something brought a tear to my eye.

You see,

I have these tiny little old, old, old perfume bottles.

They are in this cool old French Box.

I got the hare-brained idea

to clean one of them out

to make something.

You know they are really old because of their names.

This one is called

Wizzy.

Let's think about that, shall we?

Ummm...

Let's not.

I don't wish to wear anything on my skin

with the smell described as

Wizzy.

So you know it's really, really old.

I chose this one.

It was all dark brown inside and nasty looking.

I filled it with water.

I scraped out the white gooky stuff 

from around the sides.

THEN

It hit me.

The smell.

Oh, Lordy,

the smell.

To describe this smell

I would use the term

French.....

ummm.....

house of ill repute shall we say.

But then, that's insulting

to the French

AND

to a house of ill repute.

NO ONE

would EVER

want to smell like this.

and yet....

I do!

It's on my hands.

It's in my kitchen.

It seems to be permanent!!!!!!!!!

A quick look on Google

and I decide to try 

white vinegar to clean the bottle.

Great.

Now I have some sort of 

a white pasty residue inside the bottle.

AND...

AND..

My kitchen smells like a 

house of ill repute

that has been

eating salad.

Or dyeing Easter Eggs.

Or perhaps,

both.

I'm leaving now

to see if

I can purchase some

Skunk Off.

I'm hoping it helps.

Hope you have a great New Year's Eve.

(terrific...I can smell it on the computer mouse)

swell