One day, my sister Ana, a riddle fanatic, wrote me a letter:
Almonds, don't you think, are really quite delicious (at least, to some point). Sometimes the smell can be really quite bitter. In any case, solve my gram after the code. A hint was already given, so don't ask for any. This is the code;
I just made this one after eating, and it's too late for the hospital. So don't try taking me there, sorry.
She died. How?