If you were to walk into my kitchen, the first thing you will notice is that it smells like cinnamon. And you might look for one of those delicious Yankee candles burning somewhere or pretty bowl of potpourri. Or maybe even one of those scented plug-in deals.
But then when you noticed that with every step you took there was a slight crunching sound underfoot and that when you leaned up against the counter something brown and dusty rubbed off on your pants, you might think that maybe it’s not potpourri, but perhaps something more sinister.
What you probably wouldn’t suspect, unless you yourself have a child, is that when someone was granted the privilege of putting cinnamon and sugar on his toast by himself, he got a little carried away and started waving the open bottle of cinnamon over his head like a cowboy trying to lasso a wayward calf.
And then as you tried to wipe cinnamon off your butt, you might wonder how many days it takes for cinnamon dust to settle out of the air.
And the answer to that is, as of yet, unknown.