Word: odore
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...pleasant man with wire-rimmed glasses, mutton-chop whiskers, and the dirty fingernails of a chronic tinkerer. As Pressler watches proudly, Hamilton pours fermented corn mash into his contraption, plugs in an electric cord, and begins adjusting valves. A tiny stream of alcohol squirts into a plastic bucket. The odor of the alcohol mingles in the room with the disquieting scent of dementia...
Upon entering, an odor rose up around you and surrounds you still. It is the most delicious and fragrant and sweet-smelling of odors and one which you cannot buy, for it is nothing less than a confused compound, a farrago of a thousand smells. Even could you afford to buy the thousand bottles of perfume and eau de cologne, the bath powders, and the multiple packages of amber soap that lie in tissue-papered state, you still would not have smell, unless you could also the time, the long, bored months during which the smells gathered and deepened...
...beach at Storing State Park on Lake Erie is officially opened again for the first time since 1961, or because the Cuyahoga River, while gray and sulky looking, is relatively free from oil and jetsam, or because the water treatment plant in Chicago is having fewer taste and odor problems. Says EPA's Swain: "We still have a long way to go before we solve the problems of toxic substances. Then there is a whole series of new environmental issues." Among them: sodium from the salt used during the winter on Midwestern roads, which drains into the lakes...
...frightening a natural cataclysm as had befallen the young nation. Buildings tumbled and forests were destroyed. Giant fissures opened in the ground, accompanied by a thunderous roar and a spreading sulfurous odor. Wrote one eyewitness: "The whole land was moved and waved like waves of the sea." The usually placid Mississippi became an angry torrent of whirlpools and rapids, overflowing its banks and possibly even briefly reversing course...
Total strangers wandered through the dorm, madly introducing themselves, in search of instant friends. The nauseatingly sweet smell of incense (burned to cover the odor of dope) and the stench of old beer permeated the dorm. Music blared from every corner of the Yard, while huge groups of drunken men huddled and leered at women going from party to party. I got asked the big four questions--name, school, career plans, SAT scores--so often I could recite them in seconds (although I refused, as a matter of principle, to talk scores). After one night of parties...