I bought a bundle of baby's breath from the grocery store the other day. I just thought they looked quite pretty and romantic and wanted to put them by the window. That same day my husband and I noticed a strange smell. An unpleasant smell. I thought it smelled like sour earwax. My husband thought it smelled like butt.
We didn't realize until the next day that it was the baby's breath flowers. Baby's breath, we said, more like baby's butthole. More like butthole of a full grown adult. Gross. So dainty and delicate until you take a whiff. You're transported from an English countryside garden to an ill-maintained public restroom in a very busy city station.