Word: odorized
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...southern coast is famed for producing the best nuoc mam in the world. Nearly half of Phu Quoc's economy is dependent on nuoc mam, with 90 family-owned factories producing 10 million liters a year and passing their secrets down from generation to generation. The tangy odor is omnipresent...
...local markets are now stocking such heirloom vegetables as swedes (a kind of turnip with a yellowish root and firm flesh), parsnips and turnip tops, and herbs like purslane and sorrel. The new favorite is the white-flowering ramson, also called broad-leaved garlic because of its pungent odor. Its sales are as robust as its flavor. "A few years ago we had a demand of a mere kilo a week," reports Abdessalem Najar, a vegetable and fruit vendor at Cologne's central market. "Now we sell three to five kilos a day." Not bad for a weed that...
...whine of electric saws disturb contemplative mourners and the curious who venture there. What was once the Sari Club is now a vacant lot, the crater filled with offerings, notes, candles and bouquets. Burning incense barely conceals the acrid smell of burnt metal, but at least the odor of charred flesh has dissipated. A few doors down, souvenir stalls offer 50% off all merchandise, but no one is buying. Says shopkeeper Sita: "Nobody comes, and if they do, they aren't in the mood after seeing all this tragedy...
...excellent hwae." That's Korean for sashimi. I'm a bit incredulous that one would dare eat raw fish from the Han River. I find it difficult to exorcise memories of the Han's less wholesome days, when the river had all the appeal of dirty dishwater with an odor to match. The sight of several "keepers" gamboling about the river's surface convinces me about one point however: the fish are back in abundance...
...funny than to be droll, as it is harder to create a joke than a platitude, Since a comedian requires ingenuity, while a humorist can coast on a querulous attitude. As the '50s ceded to the '60s, and the psychological to the psychedelic, Nash acquired the attic odor of a literary relic. The simple notion of an exact, if eccentric rhyme, Which Nash shared with the best lyricists of his generation, no longer applied in a day when songwriters twinned "June" with "broom" and "time" with "mine." Like Parker and Peter Arno, he represented The New Yorker's vanished ages...