When I visit my
grand-parents in the
Black-Forest, we often have
pistachio ice-cream for
dessert. Then, my grandma will ask me if I'd like some Pelikanol.
The first few times I didn't understand what she meant with "Pelikanol" until she explained:
The school-glue she was using as a child smelled like a
mixture of pistachio and marzipan.
Now we understand the
lyrics of
Einstürzende Neubauten.