Hot, dry, slate. When you're in the damp forest in early spring and you smell a faint whiff of hot stone where there can't possibly be such a thing, there's probably an elf around somewhere.
Last week, I heard someone mention 2-dimethyl-horse-mackeral-peat. My colleague asked how you synthethize it, but the speaker didn't know. He saw in passing, in an article about something else. I wanted to know what it smelled like, but we were all sort of afraid to think about it too closely.
One apparently synthesizes it with a distillery, calls it "Scotch," and sells it to the credible adventurous. It's certainly no less plausible a combo than other Scotches.
I have often said that a chemist's daughter doesn't survive her toddler years if she doesn't learn better than to drink things that smell like that.
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Date: 2006-05-30 10:07 pm (UTC)Last week, I heard someone mention 2-dimethyl-horse-mackeral-peat. My colleague asked how you synthethize it, but the speaker didn't know. He saw in passing, in an article about something else. I wanted to know what it smelled like, but we were all sort of afraid to think about it too closely.
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Date: 2006-05-31 12:29 pm (UTC)credibleadventurous. It's certainly no less plausible a combo than other Scotches.I have often said that a chemist's daughter doesn't survive her toddler years if she doesn't learn better than to drink things that smell like that.