“Please don’t touch the violin, sir”, said Ms. Dana. “It’s cursed. I don’t want unfortunate things to happen to you.” I immediately apologized with disbelief.
Later that night, with nothing to do, I went near the violin in the lobby again and looked at it with deep curiosity and admiration. It looked like it’s from the 1930s. The possibility of a great history behind it made it irresistible… I put my finger on it to feel the curvature of the body. All of a sudden, volcanoes of fumes that smelled of root beer, muscle-ache relief cream, Chinese incense, cloves and cat butts shot out all around me. Ms. Dana woke up from her couch and yelled, “What are you? A three-year-old! You are cursed! Damn you! You are cursed! ” “What happened to me?”, I looked horrified. “Go look at the mirror!” I crawled to the mirror and found myself a 80-year-old grandma. “Now you know why this place is full of seniors!”
Actually Tabu from Dana (1932) smells quite wonderful. It reminds me a little bit of Youth Dew, but less sweet. For $20, it’s a great perfume in a creative looking bottle (for that time).