WHAT'S THAT SMELL?
Then it hit me - I had said that my significant other and I were in bed reading.
In bed! Together! Which must mean sex! Sexuality is implied! Gasp!
No wonder that post was problematic.
Very well then, today's post will NOT be objectionable in any way.
Despite Savage Kitten's fiercely voiced repulsion, sebum is a wondrous substance. Without sebum, our lives would be drier and far less smooth. Sebum is blessed.
Think in terms of the following lipid content: 41% triglycerides, 25% wax monoesters, 16% free fatty acids, and 14% squalene.
That, really, is all you need to know about sebum.
CHILES AND TOBACCO
There are times when smells produced by this blogger drive Savage Kitten out of the room. Often these are either from my full-bodied pipe tobacco, or my cooking.
Good strong smells - why she flees from them is baffling.
Yesterday evening I wished to dine on albondigas en chile verde. So I rolled some lovely fatty meatballs, and set about preparing the chile verde sauce. This necessitated fire-roasting several green peppers and cleaning them. The capsaicin (8-methyl-N-vanillyl-6-nonenamide) thus rendered gaseous drove her coughing and hacking out of the kitchen.
Sorry. Smells good to me, though.
Half an hour later, the aroma of bubbling chile sauce, as well as the grilling meatballs, lured her back in, nose twitching. Once the sauce started to reach the right thickness and oleagenous appearance (slick, and having a glossy sheen, due to the vegetable matter softening and breaking into a smooth pulpy state), I started cooking rice. Savage Kitten's nose continued twitching, and she told me about her day - something having to do with the database program at work. When the rice was parboiled, I drained it and placed it over boiling water to steam.
Then I lit up a pipe. She promptly fled.
Sorry. Smells good to me, though.
She had already eaten, so I enjoyed my albondigas en chile verde by myself. Chile peppers have a strange effect on me, which may be unique - I have never heard of anyone else experiencing it. If the peppers are nice and hot, I feel a sharp sting in my back. The sensation of a warm prickle in the mouth will be accompanied by a fiery heat-stabbing just below my right shoulder-blade, near the spine.
Which is precisely where the sebaceous cyst is. That being a deposit of keratins and lipids enclosed subdermally.
Due to its size and location, I often refer to it as "my evil twin Skippy, who is growing out of my back". Skippy is about the size of a silver dollar. Skippy responds to capsaicin in food.
I don't know why. It just happens. It's weird.
Feel the burn, oooh baby. Skippy is happy.
Later I was scratching an itchy spot on my back. This would not be remarkable, and you would never even wish to know, but I need to report that my evil twin Skippy seems to have lost his head.
Sebum apparently also drives Savage Kitten out of the room.
Savage Kitten decided to sleep in her own bed last night. She didn't say why. Maybe it's because I twitch when I sleep, or something. Sometimes her actions are baffling.
She lit one of the truly strong sticks of incense - resinous and spicy, snow-pear and a touch of eagle wood from Indo-China.
I could smell the whisps drifting over from her room for several hours - a penetrating fragrance that keeps out evil.
No innocent middle-school students were harmed in the making of this post.
Whether or not they are now psychologically scarred is a different matter.
NOTE I: Skippy also responds enthusiastically to good pipe tobacco. Which too is strange.
NOTE II: From Wikipedia: "Another common and effective method of treatment involves placement of a heat-pad directly on the cyst for about fifteen minutes, twice daily, for about 10 days (depending on size and location of the cyst). "
That's good information to have, don't you agree?