That stuff gets me every time. I was marooned in a plague-ridden African village once for six months. It had the same odor. Ever since, the smell of musk knocks me out.
12 seconds sound clip from the The Moon's Our Home (1941) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:15:56 in the radio play.
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- It's Cherry Blossom, named after Cherry Chester.
- Well, look, I can't stand it. Come on. Get me out of here! I'm sick!
- All right, all right, take it easy. We'll go out and get some air. Come on.
- Well, how do you feel now, Anthony?
- Better, thanks. Fresh air always does the trick.
- Well, don't look now, but here comes the thundering herd.
- Oh, no. Listen, I can't face that crowd again. I'm leaving!
- All right, run. I'll hold 'em off as long as I can.
- All right, so long. Call me at the office!
- What's that trouble over there?
- I don't know, miss. The crowd seems to be chasing somebody.
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