Among the first impressions the old house gave off was its smell. The place hadn’t been lived in for months and rather reeked of neglect.
Even after I opened the windows and doors, and shook the place up by moving in, the house smelled musty, the bathrooms dank. I don’t fault the house. I’ll surely smell musty, too, when I’m 130 years old. I just hope someone douses me in Estee Lauder’s finest.