Question:
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How about we compose a story, sentence by sentence, one sentence per post but multiple posts OK as long as someone else has posted after your last. And how about we write about--what else--fragrance?
It can be a mystery, comedy, docudrama or whatever you wish, steer the story your way or continue the general direction when you add YOUR sentence(s).
We can (try to) make it coherent and follow through with the previous contributions or just go our own way, but hey! Be creative!.. and let 'er rip!
I will start it out thus:
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"It was another in the seemingly endless queue of dark and rainy nights, and Felix wondered if a splash of Guelain's Heritage cologne, along with a warmed snifter or two of Hine' Rare and Delicate cognac, would increase his misery or dull his aching heart and allow a measure of understanding how he could have lost Sydney so completely to Michael.
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This is a great idea!!! I just don't want to be one of the firsts so I'll chime in later.

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Quote: "It was another in the seemingly endless queue of dark and rainy nights, and Felix wondered if a splash of Guelain's Heritage cologne, along with a warmed snifter or two of Hine' Rare and Delicate cognac, would increase his misery or dull his aching heart and allow a measure of understanding how he could have lost Sidney so completely to Michael. In his frazzled state, Felix poured the Cognac on himself and took a long sip of Heritage... this was going to be a long night, he could tell...

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All of a sudden there was an unexpected knock at the door.

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Knowing he was too much of a wreck to answer it, he looked over at the bitter almond he was using to make his latest scent.

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He began to see it as Sydney, so lovely to the senses yet so dangerous if taken by mouth.

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Quote: Originally Posted by Shycat He began to see it as Sydney, so lovely to the senses yet so dangerous if taken by mouth. And that's when the evil idea started to take shape in his mind... it was the worst, most evil, dreadfully dangerous idea, but so much fun to ponder on. Felix would never be the same again.

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Not a religous man, Felix dropped to his knees, his shoulders slumped from the weight, the memories of all the Sydney's, all the blue eyed blond Sydney's, all the same, and just like his father..........they had all left him.

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Felix thought aloud as he slowly sipped amber liquid from his glass: "Damn father and his lily white Roman collars!... Damn Sydney and her insufferable meat loaf collection!...And damn this cognac!..with its topnotes of bergamot oil, coriander, cypress, Green Note, lavender, lemon, mandarin, pepper...wha..w-what the hell?", he stuttered as he sniffed at the rush of cognac silage emanating from his chest.

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His mind, suddenly transported back to a time long ago while in his mothers room, wearing her black high heels, gazing in the hazy mirror trying on her favorite rosy red lipstick, the smell of L'heure Blue permeating everything, the lace curtains, the homemade bedspread; so thick was this wonderful nostalgic scent that like butter, he could have sliced it with the knife he now held in his hand.