I can remember as a young girl watching the ladies in Church on Sunday, overheated, fanning themselves profusely, getting what they called the “vapors.” Personally I thought my “vapors” in Church were from four hundred and twenty-seven different perfumes wafting up my nostrils.
Catholic girls school here. We rarely had a church event without someone fainting. Fans in huge spaces just didn’t do it. And, yes, I remember the perfume vividly. And the incense. And the fasting before communion, which didn’t help.
Catholic girls school here. We rarely had a church event without someone fainting. Fans in huge spaces just didn’t do it. And, yes, I remember the perfume vividly. And the incense. And the fasting before communion, which didn’t help.