Am I really transported by smells?

Now, I wouldn’t necessarily say that I am “transported” by smells – science would have us believe that the right scent can be an olfactory kick in the memory pants; however, there are certain smells I find to be more or less nostalgic for me: fresh tobacco; rainy day air redolent with humidity; the wafting flavor of almonds roasting at a fair; and of course bacon.

I remember…

Smells that have had a distinct effect on me: the smell of Play-Doh used to make me sick. Literally. It probably still would, but I avoid it like the plague.

Clean skin. Can’t explain it, but I love the smell. The closest match I can find is fresh-baked cookies, which I also think is just wonderful.

Okay, so now I’m blank. See, smells just aren’t that important to me in the big picture. I’m not a smell person, although I can tell you when something smells good or bad. Man I came in yesterday morning to work, and the guy who I follow – the guy who works my machine on the third shift – he smelled so disgusting, like a rank combination of sweat and BO and cigarettes and just nast. Guchh. And it didn’t help that I wasn’t feeling good; I was nauseous already, and we had a potentially vile situation on our hands.

I am more of a facial recognition person. My curse is that I can recognize a face after I’ve seen it – I would say 90% of the time. If I see somebody and I recognize them, and I don’t know from where – it will bug me all day long. Then I feel guilt when I realize where I recognized him from, and I probably should’ve greeted them or something like that… but, in the end I just have to tell myself “well they didn’t recognize me because they did not greet me. So no big deal.”

Yeah, I would say I am not a person to hop on the scent bus. I’m more like a guy who’s counting blue cars.


This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt and their Weekly Writing Challenge.

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8 thoughts on “Am I really transported by smells?”

        1. Okay, to be fair it was a (now) obscure reference to the song “Counting Blue Cars” by Dishwalla. If you haven’t heard it, it is a very pleasant late-90’s post-grunge alternative ballad about child-like innocence and the existential journey. Very catchy, too. I would sing it for you – I have a very nice voice – but I am not there. 🙂

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