One of the most notorious cases involved Belgian-born, U.S.-based writer Misha Defonseca’s 1997 book, “Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust Years,” an extraordinary story of a child’s survival during the Holocaust that was translated into 18 languages and made into a French feature film.
Earlier this year Defonseca admitted that she had never lived with wolves to escape the Nazis, as the book claims, had not walked 3,000 miles across Europe in search of her parents — and isn’t even Jewish
“You might create a mouse in your lab and distribute it to ten different people,” he says, “so there’s ten different colonies all over the world, and they’re all diverging from each other, genetically. So when I’m publishing my paper I’m talking about this mouse, and you think you have the same mouse in your hands. But do you really?”
But I never encountered anything as nauseating or alien like PhePHMe: The memory is stil with me - the most sickly and sweetish smell of rancid gasoline combined with rotten water melons, with undertones of stale sweat, pig carcass, a hint of garlic, moldy oranges, russian-made aftershave and a cheap household air freshener… its a whole package, and rather sweet one - like isonitriles or cyclopentadiene but magnified thousand times. A whiff of that thing and you feel that your nose just suffered a stroke and will hopefully die and peal off so that you never smell that thing again. Inconceivable - and it does not get any better when wearing off; quite opposite in fact - just like with butyric or isovaleric acid, the reek is developing a more alarming depth and complexity with the dilution.