Dad bought half an encyclopedia set. A-F. A sucker for what-not sellers. We smelled bald-headed flowers and torn sails on sea-faring vessels, and loved it. Columned ledgers cuffed together by bumpy sweaters were some salty scented highlights. The what-nots meandered off with eliptical clipper whales to a graveyard of bungled tentacled arrows on a rose wind surface.