Centres of olefactory excellence...
Jun. 20th, 2004 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cybermuleIt's just started raining here, and I can smell the concrete outside soaking and cooling down. One of my favourite smells :) I posted a while back about having a more kinesthetic representational system than I originally thought, and I guess the heightened sense of smell ties in with that. I'd go and research it, but it really isn't a big enough deal to get between me and the other things I have in my brain for today.
My sense of smell is ridiculous, sometimes. Strong enough to cycle 100m behind someone and notice that they're wearing the same body spray as a guy at work, or to sense the peanuts that someone ate several hours ago, even after a couple of beers :) It's overpowering at times - you can't ignore a smell - but it's potency means that I have smell memories that I can summon up and enjoy whenever I want. If I really like someone, I could just sit and smell them for hours and be completely happy :)
I guess that I'm dwelling on smell because the book I'm reading reminds me of Perfume (Patrick Suskind). One of my favourite books, and Gould's Book of Fish has a similar leaning towards the intense sensory stimuli of the unpleasant. 17th century Paris, New Zealand prisons. The detail is often overwheming.
My sense of smell is ridiculous, sometimes. Strong enough to cycle 100m behind someone and notice that they're wearing the same body spray as a guy at work, or to sense the peanuts that someone ate several hours ago, even after a couple of beers :) It's overpowering at times - you can't ignore a smell - but it's potency means that I have smell memories that I can summon up and enjoy whenever I want. If I really like someone, I could just sit and smell them for hours and be completely happy :)
I guess that I'm dwelling on smell because the book I'm reading reminds me of Perfume (Patrick Suskind). One of my favourite books, and Gould's Book of Fish has a similar leaning towards the intense sensory stimuli of the unpleasant. 17th century Paris, New Zealand prisons. The detail is often overwheming.
