pomanders

(Lots about bodily fluids, up close and personal, and the male body, a lot of it in street talk, so inadvisable for kids and the sexually modest) Another little posting that might — like “Struggling Actor” earlier today — go far. But it starts with recollections of pomanders from my childhood, sparking my interest in getting some for my Avant apartment. Why should I want to do this? (aside from sentimentality), you ask; I will explain. It’s all about the whizz. Basics. From NOAD: noun pomander [AZ: also pomander ball]: [b] a piece of fruit, typically an orange or apple, studded with cloves and hung in a closet by a ribbon for a similar purpose. [a] a ball or perforated container of sweet-smelling substances such as herbs and spices, placed in a closet, drawer, or room to perfume the air or (formerly) carried as a supposed protection against infection. [AZ: [b] is the older sense, but NOAD lists [a] first because it’s now the most frequent one] In the West Lawn PA house of my…