Odor

This bath bomb is small, mighty, and identical to the larger "The Sorting Hat" bath bomb that we stock. You can now enjoy a touch of luxury at a more affordable price! This almost white, ambiguous bath bomb causes bath water to change colour after a few moments. Each house has its own scent and special hidden colour as detailed below; Gryffindor, comes in a sweet, mixed spice fragrance with notes of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, orange and a hint of clove. This bath bomb hidden colour is red.…

One Defining Moment The house makes me feel safe -- cozy even. The loud chime of the large grandfather clock pressed against the wall, and the tinkling sound of wind chimes blowing along with the breeze feeds my illusion of security. I can only hope karma won’t catch up with me. I gaze at the many photos I have collected over the past year, remembering each one as if it just happened yesterday. My mind wanders, transporting me through the various memories of my life, the past mingling with the…

He never stopped to wonder if anyone was behind him. My bright and completely theoretical idea was that he probably already knew I was following him, and didn’t care to question that fact. He was striking, in the sense that he stood out amongst those in a crowd of average tastes. He took on a sort of "punk-rock" look, with a badass leather jacket and half-calf lace up boots. His face had enough piercings and retro jewelry on it to smelt into a two liter can of diced pineapple, though actually,…

Spring Time Lewis Grizzard one said, “Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.” As winter ends and Spring begins, the wildlife comes out to greet us once more, the weather becomes a pleasure to be in, and fun outside activities begin again. Spring is the most beautiful season of them all; and, I wish it could stay all year. Yawning and hungry from months of hibernation, stinky bears rush to the lake to rinse off the winter days and catch a bite to eat. They…

I found myself standing at the entrance of the Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk, taking in the captivating scenery as it presents itself before me. Bright lights beam all around the vicinity, as they bounce off of every window and piece of glass. Crowds of excited people flood the scene, curious to see what was in store for the night. Remarkable smells of the freshly made cuisine, drifts along the walkways. Strong rich smells of vinegar fill my nose, as the wave of Thrashers Fries finally hits me.…

The Boger Gallery and Williams Memorial Chapel are displaying the unique work of Stephen Watson, an artist whose medium is ground spices. Watson’s spice art installments are made by sprinkling powdered spices and herbs onto pieces of precut plexiglass that are laid on the floor. Custom designed stencils are used to layer the spices and create intricate patterns and designs. Watson said he has been working with spices exclusively for almost two years and there was a journey that brought him to…

The book Sigfried’s Smelly Socks! is a charming tale of a boy with stinky, unwashed socks. He compares the stench of his socks to all the messy, smelly things that has happened to the book. Ranging from food droppings to dirty diapers, nothing from the stench of the book quite compares to the distinct, disgusting smell of his dirty socks. Despite not being as odorous as the things in the book, Sigfried still decides to clean his stinky socks in the strangest way possible. I rate Sigfried’s…

Welders Revealed Striding into the shop the very first aspect to stimulate the senses is the sound. Grinding, whirring, scraping, and popping seem to be the most prominent. The cacophony nearly overshadows the other senses until it is adjusted to, as much as it can be. Then come the smells. The scent of well-oiled threaders, saws, and myriad other machines unidentifiable to the untrained eye stews almost subconsciously while the perfumes of scalding steel and elbow grease permeate the air. One…

As the world fades around me into a gray mist, I struggle to catch one more breath. I gasp from the muscle cramps and unintentionally breathe in water. In a last feeble attempt, my arms twitch and fail to bring me to the surface. Instead, I drift within the current and my eyes dim while glazing upward towards the water’s surface. My body surrenders to the mercy of death with the expelling of tiny air bubbles. They caress my face in a playful motion. Then as my body begins to sink, the remaining…

It was his 19th birthday and our hero Scott wanted a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, however, he wanted a tattoo that was as different from other tattoos then he was different from other people. On the way to Skatler Ink on the South side of town, Scott still couldn’t think of a tattoo so perfectly original and different. It was a windy day and Scott’s loose grip on his cash inevitably ended up with the wind snatching up his money and running it down the street like a touchdown pass. He followed it…