In a few places I'm known by the smell that preceeds me!. The aroma of burning Condor is not commonplace in Turkish backstreets - and for about ten years I've made a point of saying hello to this lady each year while on my 'wanderings'. Her English is better than my Turkish, and we communicate fine!, she gives a toothless grin, hugs me and Mrs. OT and says that she knew I was coming because she could smell my 'pipo'. This lady's niece has a shop (a bit higher class! LOL) a short walk away, and always has some nice meers to show me, while the old aunt cons Mrs OT into parting with a few lira for trinkets or cheap jewellery. Each year we wonder if she will still be there, but she'll probably last longer than me!. Quite a few folks in the markets sniff the air, remember OT and his Condor, and offer a drink of tea! - I can't wait to get back there again this summer!.