My sister came over to help clean up for Turkey Day last night. She was working in the kitchen, disassembling my coffee pot, when there was the faint, distinctive sound of something tiny and glass hitting the tile.

It was my bottle of essential cardamom oil :(

There wasn't a lot left, maybe a teaspoon of the stuff, but the entire house is cardamomy now. It's kind of a nice smell, but really, more oppressive than anything else...