The Scent of Denial

An anonymous white bottle in a 2001 photo brings back the sharp smell of adolescence - of treatments, hidden shame, and the night I looked in the mirror and finally saw what everyone else already had.

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in reply to Stefano Marinelli

oh no!

I used to go overboard with TCP on the face. No-one on the bus ever said anything, but it must have been awful for fellow passengers.

From <pressreader.com/uk/the-press-a…>:

"There is undoubtedly a magic ingredient in TCP that keeps the user immune from its ghastly pervading smell. Either the user is so immersed in the stuff they can't smell it or they become the odour-free eye of a TCP storm …"

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