#mystery scents

[poirott]

David Suchet filming AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT 3x01 "The Mysterious Affair at Styles"

Rare behind the scenes footage from AGATHA CHRISTIE: UNFINISHED PORTRAIT documentary via BBC, aired September 20 1990 (please excuse the blurriness).

[atsukunaritai]

so i know the beach ending of the special episode for mlc is an ambiguous ending and all that but also like

this is not a dog that just found the dead corpse of her master.

dfs and fdb's expressions are human and complex and ambiguous but ain't nothing ambiguous about this girl

[pippindot]

BAD NEWS i have no idea how to teach scent games.

Trying a new scent articles approach for the class we are taking this season. Pip points at/pokes the hot article a few successful times, but won't pick it up. That's okay, retrieve can be later! Add one dead article in. She picks that one up and brings it to me.

WHY

[someoldfires]

thinking abt the things the writers said on that panel recently abt the will they/wont they tension keeping people watching and that youre not gonna give that up too easily. thinking about nandor + guillermo + kiss post it note. thinking about the seemingly random upswing of people involved in the show recently denying/downplaying the romantic buildup between them while also keeping everyone talking about it. many thoughts

[peter-lorre-stan]

Peter Lorre, Scent of Mystery

[mortron]

A plush seeker, neatly darned by massive and powerful hands, is meant to soothe.

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

nobody:

me: anyway here are the two perfumes advertised in the french newspaper/magazine clippings they used for flavor text in lupin iii: the mystery of mamo (1978)

[angelmotifs]

the whole house smells awful and im scared to ask why so im just sitting in the attic with no like heating source other than a single candle and it is currently 15 degrees outside and i am right by a window. in case anyone wondered what i was up to

[ridiasfangirlings]

i refuse to believe yata smells bad kusanagi would probably give him cologne or something at least😭 right???????

I mean I would hope so but you never know XD Maybe this is one of those things where you become so used to your own smell that you don’t even realize you stink, like Yata spends so much time outside being active that when he walks into the bar he has no idea that he actually smells really sweaty and gross. Kusanagi usually tries to subtly spray some air freshener but doesn’t say anything, he probably has like one of those plug-in air fresheners to give the bar a good scent anyway with all the rowdy guys he gets in there. Though if Yata’s going anywhere afterward Kusanagi tries to help him out a little, like Yata’s meeting his mom and siblings for a birthday party indoors and Kusanagi just slides him a little bottle all why don’t you use this first. Yata’s really confused as to why Kusanagi is giving him cologne, Kusanagi just says it’s good to smell nice for ladies. Yata’s like these are elementary schoolers Kusanagi-san and Kusanagi says Yata’s mom might like the smell. Yata shrugs all that’s weird but okay I guess, Kusanagi figures Yata’s mom will appreciate that he didn’t let her son go visit her while stinking like sweat. 

[euesworld]

"When you walk past me and I catch a whiff of your smell, ooh girl.. I want to tear your clothes from your body piece by piece to reveal the mysteries of your delicious scent."

You smell so good.. I could unwrap you like a gift, ten kisses and a hug you get whenever I get a whiff - eUë

[dourpeep]

have u ever found a cologne that you just...love? Like you smell it and you just melt??

Anyway would it be weird to purchase a full bottle so I can spray the blanket I cuddle with to help me sleep?

[caluski]

ooo the cumin haters were FUMING....

[ejzah]

Rupert: I don’t want to die. This isn’t some trick to get me to die, is it?

George, covering his face in disbelief: No, that would be murder. We’re not trying to murder you.

[fiction-quotes]

Under the star-wild sky we sit on the long veranda, listening to the myriad sounds of the dark: rustlings and creakings, chirping of the crickets, a door slamming. Our voices seem to come and then flow away like an echo. There are nighthawks. There is the smell of damp earth and cut grass. There is a slight mist rising low and thin, like gauze in the blue air.

  —  Cracks (Sheila Kohler)