The tulips were wilting, so I threw them out last night. When I took them out of their vase, an overwhelming stench of vomit filled the kitchen. It was so strong that it stomped out of the kitchen and made the air in the living room pretty damn unpleasant for half the evening. I didn't make the correlation at first: well, you wouldn't, would you? Tulips, vomit... nah. Suspect the dogs first, obviously. But, indeed, taking the tulips out of the sink and putting them in the bin got rid of the smell. Now the bin stinks of vomit.
While they were in their vase, needless to say, they smelt of nothing but tulips.
Funny old world.