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My brother and his wife came to help me do some gardening at our old house a couple of years ago. I had an awesome herb garden growing and one of the plants was a lemon grass which was going gangbusters at the time. My brother thought it was a big overgrown clump of ordinary grass and whacked it with what we call a whipper snipper.
When I told him what he'd done he then realized that the air was heavily fragranced...with lemon...surprisingly...duh...
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