You know you are probably a bit eccentric when rather than have a final spritz for your return flight home as you embark on the journey towards the gate of your departure from your miraculous lifesaver of the transit hotel, food so good your tongue is hanging out ( god how I missed real Asian food !)
you instead without hesitation plunge your fingers into the aroma oil burner in the entrance not knowing the temperature in advance but not caring because the divine scent of natural sambac jasmine oil is just so good that you smear it joyously over your hair, clothes, and skin
The Black Narcissus 
I am very impressed that you were still able to take these pictures after frying your fingers in molten fragrant oil!
!!
Actually it was mercifully tepid but I am cracking up on the bus ( flight delayed for almost 25 hours, waiting to be taken to the fucking Marriott Putrajaya
Flying has become such a major headache. Perhaps a taste of what is to come in the future? For E.U. flights we go to the airport 3 hours before take off (!) as checking in your luggage and going through security has become a herculean feat. A friend of ours wanted to fly to Crete from Cologne with her daughter and they never made it through security! Then Lufthansa pilots go on strike even though they belong to the higher echelons pay-wise, resulting in the cancellation of 800 flights and leaving 130000 passengers stranded.
The problem: sitting on the beach of a Cyclade island, the Aegean lapping at your feet, is just so more thrilling than sitting at a lakeside somewhere in Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania!
You must have smelled divine.
May be or may not
No it DID smell good! (unless you were there sitting next to me……were you?)!