No. Not that kind of sniff, a sniveling sniff. The kind of sniff that happens when something awful occurs.
Remember that rose geranium hydrosol I made a couple of months back? Remember there were a few luscious milliliters of essential oil? Remember I didn't separate the oil from the hydro?
SOMEBODY, that elusive soul who I had thought long gone from the house, has returned, and he has brought with him HAVOC. HAVOC, my arch-nemesis. The pal hiding behind SOMEBODY like the little chicken sh*t he is, abruptly, and with malice, I am sure, opened the little fridge containing the precious hydros, creating a force so strong, so immense, as to thrust the rose geranium hydrosol bottle out of the fridge door and onto the hard floor. Where it shattered. Into a bazillion tiny little pieces. *sniff*
Now for the silver lining ~ the house reeks of rose geranium, as does the floor and the mop and the trash bin.
Still kind of bummed about the vintage bottle getting broken, though . . .
All together now! *SNIFF*!