Is it odd that writing about this topic results in me feeling extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed? You must be wondering how the heck I could feel this way by talking about the act of smelling. Ha. I feel foolish even admitting it, but in another endeavour to face a hard to share bit of myself I’ll explain this embarrassing feeling I have.
I have a strong sense of smell and it’s often one of the first things I pick up on in any situation. When I was growing up I smelt everything. If I was given a birthday gift, I might smell the packaging before opening and then I’d smell the actual gift. I identified with smell and loved the smell of my mom’s pillow and the clothes she was wearing. I recognised smell so well that if my brother and I had mixed up our similar toys, I always knew exactly which was mine…
Saying all that is scary because I swear I’m normal and you wouldn’t have to worry about me smelling you all over if we were to meet irl. It’s just that when I drive down the road with my husband I’ll smell something foul about 8 minutes before he even gets a whiff of it!
Anyway, all the time that I was growing up it was a big joke to my family, mainly my mother, how I unwittingly smelt everything. I was often left feeling humiliated and ashamed. I’d try to remember not to smell things if I could help it.
Even though the jokes continue I’ve tried to turn it around and see my strong sense of smell as an asset. Perhaps not so much of one when pregnant and having aversions to scents but a gift none the less. I should never have felt embarrassed over it.
So what notable smells were there this week?
- The smell of lavender after taking the laundry out of the dryer.
- That sweet smell known only as “baby smell” that my son still emits everywhere on him even though he’s almost two.
- The odd nuttiness in the hot chocolate I have almost daily. This hot chocolate is always topped with shaved nutmeg in which at least half the enjoyment is in smelling it as I sip.
- The smell of rain with a tinge of pollution that usually accompanies the down pour.
- The smell of healthy sweat my husband comes home smelling like after a whole work shift riding his bike around town.
- The smell of stale alcohol at the bottle depot.
- The smell of supper goodness every night this week!
I’m sure I could remember more smells but these are the ones that came to mind. They remind me of who I am, what I love and where I come from.