Sandalwood really and truly reeked of lemon Pledge, then withered and died eight minutes later. Did someone mislabel bottles?
Meanwhile, TMT makes me yearn not for saffron robes and prayer wheels, but for a crackling gingerbread house with dolly mix roofing and ice cream cone firs. (Pepper-mill at first, then pepparkakor)
Munch, crunch, crumbs on apron, snowglobe.
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