In the last two hours of my grandmother’s life, I discovered that she was drenched in sweat and so I powdered her. It was a Avon floral powder that she kept by her chair. I smelled that powder on my hands off and on for years, sometimes when I needed her but not always.
Haunted scents lace folklore. I know a man who lives in a house that used to belong to a smoker. He has sealed the walls and cleaned the rugs and years have gone by but every once in a while at night he smells cigarette smoke on the way back from the bathroom.
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