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There are many types of smells that tend to begin festering in a home when the weather will not drop below 30C degrees.

There are bound to be any smells anyway when you are a culture that decides to compost.

Especially when that culture lives in 1000 sq foot apartment buildings. In high buildings. So high that going downstairs 10 flights to throw your apple core out doesn't seem like an easy option, especially since you have to leave the 'trifecta of cold' that is your apartment in the air conditioning.

So there are buckets. Buckets that you empty all that food garbage in - egg shells, vegetable scraps, rice. This seems like an easy way to contain the composting smells that would begin in your house except once you've got MORE food, you have to open the bucket.

Smell stank ass number one. Do you know what egg yolks smell like after A DAY of festering in the heat? I can't say that I'm glad that I know.

And it's not just the food. Hot air rises and being at the top of a buildling, that air does not come up smelling like roses. So why open your window? Between that and the heat, you might as well stay closed in.

Stank ass smell number two. In heat people sweat and in Korea we have a lot of people to sweat and the only place for that sweat to vapourize? You got it, in the air. Stand at the top of all that hot air rising and you've got another smell I'm not quite happy to admit I have experienced.

Oh and let's not forget about the cooking. When you fry everything, with a mediocre fan, and a vacumn sealed apartment, the food air has little place to go but everywhere in your little apartment.

Stank ass smell number three. I love smelling the food I just ate for the entire evening.

I have been longing for hot weather and let me tell you I am enjoying many parts of it.

The smells? Ya, not so much.

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Anonymous said…
Should I put air freshner on my care package list?

ms

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