For the longest time it bugged me. The concoction in the soap dispensers at work held a vaguely familiar smell. It was a scent from my distant past. It wasn't an overpowering smell. It wasn't flowery. It had no strong cologne-like aroma. But it was familiar and drove me crazy for the longest time. After washing my hands today it hit me. Instantly in a big "woosh" of recognition it came back to me...
Play-Doh! It smells like Play-Doh!
Maybe I'll be able to sleep better now.
1 Comments:
I know what you mean! That Play-Doh smell randomly shows up in various places when you're an adult, although I'm not sure it would make a good soap.
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