I picked up the innocuous white box.
It smelled almost unnoticeably like cardboard.
I took it upstairs.
With a little trepidation, I sliced the packing tape seals with a pair of scissors, revealing twenty balls of innocent-looking yarn packed neatly in two plastic bags. I briefly noted that perhaps I didn’t like that shade of ecru.
Still no discernible aroma.
I opened the first of the two bags and stuck my head inside (kids, don’t try this at home). Yes, there was that sour smell, which reminded me of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Then I remembered.
The Zara smells like kimchi.
and if you ask me, kimchi smells like dirty diapers.
sympathies.
Kimchi!!! That’s a good comparison. And it really surprises you doesn’t it? I’m a little iffy on the ecru too. It’s a bit…grey. Not crisp enough. I’m still mulling it over. The smell’s gone though.
Really? Kimchi? The thought of that quite frightens me.