Bane Of My Existance

The Aristocrat Pear has plagued me since childhood. The effervescent blooms would fill the playground at Montevideo with the most disgusting scent. In middle school, the putrid smell made it difficult to eat my lunch. At Cal, the pool parking lot was stuffed full of these rankly scented fiends, and you could smell them 200 yards away.

And they are here as well, lining the hall between the Eyring and the Nicholes buildings. Disgusting. I fear I will never escape this scent in the spring.