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While in Paris, I bought some candies that sounded interesting.

Violet flavored candies! How exotic! I didn't open them until about a week after I got home. The flavor had a familiar quality. It tasted like a Grandma smells. Not your Grandma, I am sure she smells lovely, but a foreign, random Grandma - one that wears sock garters and steals coffee cups from the Denny's. It was horrible. The smell lingered on my breath for over an hour before I ate something else just to cover it up. I told Larry and he swore that there was no way he would try it. When he got home, I showed him the tin, and he tried one. He then spent the next few hours tormenting me with his disgusting breath. Nothing is hotter than when your husband smells like an old lady.

Best part of all, I actually bought two tins. One of you will be getting a wonderful gag gift, literally.