Did you know that the average human nose can detect nearly 10,000 distinct scents? (source WIKI).
Also, our sense of smell is closely linked to our sense of taste.
We have all seen the connoisseurs swirl the wine in the glass to release the aroma before tasting, even if they do spit it out afterwards (what a waste) .
My Dad made wine from just about everything, and whilst the smell of the elderflower champagne was light, refreshing and pleasing, the stench from his parsnip whiskey was foul, though by all accounts it tasted delicious (pegs provided on request) !
What attracted you to your partner? If their scent was unpleasant to you, you would hardly have stuck around.
All kinds of life react to smell, and not just to attract a mate, yet what is pleasing to one is offensive to another.
Where we used to live, we had a sewage works about a mile down the road. We were lucky in that in the 9 years we lived there, we only got a whiff of it twice.
Here, the smell of the country is at present a mixture of cut leeks and fertiliser, though not necessarily in the same field (I wouldn’t ask what the farmers are using these days if I were you) .
We also have a turkey farm about 4 miles away and if the wind is in the wrong direction, well, let’s just say it’s not ‘bootiful’.
Certain smells remind me of certain things.
Like the smell of pipe tobacco reminds me of both of my grandfathers, though they didn’t smoke the same brand. Hot sausage rolls reminds me of my Mum and baking days whereas liver and bacon reminds me of the first meal Hubby cooked for me, which also had mash and cabbage. Horseradish I associate with my Dad answering the door one Christmas with watery eyes as his home-grown efforts were so strong.
Fresh bread takes me back to my first boyfriend, and after the rain the forest takes on a new clean smell all of its own.
It’s true that one perfume will smell differently on different women.
Years ago when ‘Poison’ was just released at an extortionate price (but it was THE ONE to have on your dressing table) I remember going into the smelly counter in the chemist to try it. When I came back from lunch my boss wanted to know who had been at the bleach.
My supervisor at the time sorted out her toiletries later that week and gave me a lovely bottle of perfume which smelt like dolly mixtures on her, but quite floral on me.
Hubby is relieved I can’t wear Chanel fragrances, but to be honest these days I don’t wear perfume of any description unless it’s for a special occasion, and then it’s one of the cheaper brands as they have always suited me best. He says he’d know my smell anywhere (nice!) .
I worked with one woman who we nicknamed Winnie the Pooh as she was very much into the entire range of one fragrance, shampoo, shower gel, bath oil, soap, talc, body lotion, spray cologne, deodorant and hairspray. It wasn’t actually unpleasant, just a bit overwhelming as she walked in on her own personal cloud. I have also known men get a little carried away with the Brut, and that is definitely NOT one of my favourites for the guys!
When Hai Karate aftershave came out (with the rather buxom Valerie Leon promoting the ‘effects’) , my Dad stood in the middle of the toiletries aisle in the supermarket, sprayed himself with a tester and announced
‘Come on girls. Here I am, come and get me.’
He was disappointed there were no takers, apart from me and my Mum as we escorted him out of the shop. My Dad had a wicked sense of humour and was great fun at times.
We say the word ‘smell’ in the direction of the dog and she bolts under the bed. She’s not too happy having a shower/bath, but loves the hairdryer bit that follows. Even the smell of a freshly washed mutt is unique.
I love the smell of lilac and freesias, cut wood in a timber merchants and hot bacon butties.
Hubby loves the smell of marshmallows, gun oil and freshly cooked oriental food.
I cannot abide the smell of cigars or Marmite, though Hubby loves the latter.
And we all remember that ad about what your best friend won’t tell you………………..
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