Potpourri

Potpourri has a pleasant aroma. It smells different than vinegar. The scent reminds me of certain flowers — perhaps because flowers are one of the ingredients; for potpourri is defined as: “a mixture of dried petals and spices placed in a bowl or sack”. Its main purpose is to perfume a room, but I believe additionally that it can give you special powers; therefore I keep potpourri at my residence and even sprinkle it into my blouse. 

I work for my government’s secret intelligence agency, & let me tell you: Potpourri makes me feel fresh again, after I’ve done something that leaves me feeling dirty. It really works; it’s true. Potpourri is a miracle substance. 

Actually, to be honest, I’m only writing this essay in praise of potpourri because there’s a basin of the stuff right here on my desk, positioned directly in front of my face, and it’s distracting me. I’d rather not smell it; but I’m too lazy to move the basin or go sit elsewhere. — I do this with a lot of things in life: instead of solving my problems, I let them fester. Then each neglected dilemma, like this present one, ultimately intensifies into a full-blown case of TLC.