- About Professor A. Smellintime Soap -
Mr. Albert Smellintime
Albert, an eccentric, yet highly acclaimed science professor, is the founder of Professor A. Smellintime Soap. He has formulated a series of eight unique, handcrafted scents. A little more than a year ago, the professor mysteriously failed to show up for his 8:00 a.m. science class and has not been seen, or heard from, since.
Miss J. B. Smellintime
J. B. is a high school history teacher. Determined to change the notion that “history is boring,” she returns her students to the past by dressing in period attire, passing around historic artifacts, taste-testing historic food, and playing music and games from various decades. She is greatly admired by her students.
To Reach Miss J. B. Smellintime
Mr. Franklin
Franklin is a handsome Ford Model T that rolled off the production line in 1926. Purchased by Albert Smellintime many years ago, the car has undergone numerous modifications, including the addition of a metal compartment above the fuel tank, an analog clock and calendar, and an alarm.
It seems like yesterday, but ...
...it was really a little over a year ago, that a detective appeared at my door. He held a suitcase belonging to my quirky—and absolute favorite—uncle.
Uncle Albert was a science professor at a North Carolina university and the founder and owner of Professor A. Smellintime Soap. After he missed a week of classes, an investigation ensued. A detective found a vintage suitcase in Uncle Albert’s garage and read the note taped to the top: “In the event that I should go missing, this suitcase must be delivered, and opened only in the presence of, my niece – J. B. Smellintime.”
I hoped the suitcase might provide the reason for Uncle Albert’s disappearance, or clues that would lead me to him. But no. All I found was the key to Mr. Franklin—his beloved Model T; eight little glass jars, each with an incredible smelling piece of fabric inside; a well-worn journal full of scribblings regarding Mr. Franklin and various historical events; numerous artifacts; and a legal document transferring his entire estate, including the soap business, to me.
For many days I sat in Mr. Franklin, reading the journal from cover to cover. It seemed poor Uncle Albert believed he was a time-traveler, and that Mr. Franklin was a time machine—a time machine that he had invented! Perhaps the most unbelievable entries were Uncle Albert’s descriptions of capturing scents from the past; scents that he analyzed, reproduced, and infused into soap.
One evening, it became clear to me that I was entirely unable to discover what had happened to Uncle Albert. In the heat of my frustration, I threw the journal to the floorboard and sharply kicked the dashboard. All at once, there was a metallic “click!” Out slid a metal tray from under the dash, and my world changed in an instant. I immediately knew that the journal entries had to be true. Uncle Albert must be lost somewhere in time!
While Mr. Franklin and I embark on our own time-traveling adventures (to search for Uncle Albert and collect additional scents), I hope you will give Professor A. Smellintime Soap a try. Help me keep Uncle Albert in business by enjoying your own “scentsational journey through time.”
—J. B. Smellintime