We went out to dinner in the North End, so I figured okay it's either garlic, or my wonderful perfume. Moments later, I heard someone say "does it smell like maple syrup...does anyone smell syrup? No one smells that?". As I removed my coat, I put it up to my nose and took a sniff.
Holy eff my coat smells like a pancake breakfast. I haven't eaten pancakes in about a year, and I'm unsure of where the scent came from...
Can we say, all I want for Christmas is a gift certificate to dependable cleaners? I think so.
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