Smells

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Why do some linger more than others?

The brain has a special place for smells.

;)
 
I got WAY off topic on this one.

What about Hydrangeas in the Spring?

:p


I can almost smell it.
 
And that fucking drakkar cologne. That stuff messes with me. Holy cow.
 
Farts
Garbage Dumpster
Mold

Funny how the brain forgets others.

Huh.

But serious. Have you ever had a scent hallucination?

You smell her. You know you have fresh clothes.

There is no trace.

One fucking molecule in your nose triggers it.

:devil:
 
As I drove through Golden Valley this morning, I was struck by a skunky smell. I figure it was either from some startled wildlife, or the window of the van ahead of me.
 
My room used to smell nice. The first time Ape entered my room, he commented on this. Various lotions, clean skin, general girliness.

Now when I walk in I get that undertow of feet, old farts, morning manbreath.

I miss the smell of my own space on a daily basis.
 
It's spring. It smells like dog shit, and I don't have a dog.
 
Autistic people use a different part of the brain to deal with odours. My sense of smell is very sensitive, and I'm particularly bothered by human smells. Especially men. I avoid the workshop at work because it smells like a room full of men. I hate Public restrooms. Rebreathed air is beyond words. A huge part of my need for personal space is smell related.

The world should smell like violets.
 
Cooked human.....smells like a pork shoulder and burger cooking at the same time.

I'll never forget that smell.

Much more pleasant smelling than exploded human.....another special smell.
 
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Cooked human.....smells like a pork shoulder and burger cooking at the same time.

I'll never forget that smell.

Much more pleasant smelling than exploded human.....another special smell.

I wonder if it's better or worse than rotting alive human, gangrene, ulcers, stomach cancer blood vomit, arse cancer diarrhea... I rather hope to never find out.
 
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