Did you ever think about how important your sense of smell is? It’s one of those things we take for granted, yet, it is such an important part of our everyday life.
As I write this, bacon is frying and the smell is wafting all over the house. Since I’m not eating the bacon, the smell is annoying but, at the same time that I’m annoyed, my mouth is watering. I love bacon.
The smell of peanut butter.
The smell of fresh bread baking. Don’t you love/hate it when they are baking bread at the supermarket?
The heavenly smell of brownies or apple pie in the oven.
The crisp citrusy smell of an orange when you start to peel it.
The smell of a fresh, hot pizza right out of the oven.
Homemade spaghetti bubbling on the stove.
(Do we see a food pattern here?......hmmmmm…I don’t think we need to wonder why I’m on Weight Watchers)
The sweet smell of clean hair when you kiss the top of a loved ones head.
The smell of a puppy. Grown dogs smell different. For some inexplicable reason, Bessie never lost her puppy smell. I would wrap my arms around her chunky brown body and bury my face in her fur and it was like smelling an 8 week old pup. (bear in mind that my dogs swim every day, several times a day, so the idea of “doggy smell” is not a factor in my house – chlorine smell is more likely)
The smell of your Mom when you hug her.
The smell of your spouse when you hug him/her. We all have such distinctive smells that say who we are. I don’t mean the soap smell or deodorant smell or good smell that we all (hopefully) have lingering around us. I mean our “person smell”. Go smell somebody before they get all “prettied up”. Each of us have a distinctive smell. Our dogs know it. I wonder why we’re not better at smelling each other’s scent?
The fresh clean smell of dryer sheets and freshly washed laundry.
The sexy, enticing smell of a woman’s perfume.
The smell of home.
The smell of your favorite shower gel or lotion. For me, it’s tangerine spice.
The smell of fresh cut grass or hay on a summer day.
The smell of fragrant flowers….a rose? a carnation? an orchid? All different, all heavenly.
The smell of the ocean – that wonderful, fragrant, oceany, salty sea smell – there’s nothing like it when you’ve been landlocked too long.
And then of course, just to be fair, there’s the lovely smell of:
A papermill (never smelled one?…you’ve never really tested your bad smeller until you drive through a town where a papermill is located. How do the residents stand it???????)
The dog pen when’ve you’ve let the chore wait just a tad too long.
Sulfur
Bad breath.
The man or woman in line in front of you who desperately needs a bath and a good deodorant.
The smoke from a forest fire.
Cigar smoke (Oh man, I hate this one!!!)
Cigarette smoke. (not near as bad as a cigar, but still bad)
A stinky pit after a hard day of sweaty work……pick your pit, whatever works for you.
A “loaded” baby diaper.
The bathroom after your spouse spends 30 minutes in there and then forgets to use the room deodorizer.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. We all take our nose and our wonderful sense of smell for granted.
Stop It!!!
Go smell something!!!
As I write this, bacon is frying and the smell is wafting all over the house. Since I’m not eating the bacon, the smell is annoying but, at the same time that I’m annoyed, my mouth is watering. I love bacon.
The smell of peanut butter.
The smell of fresh bread baking. Don’t you love/hate it when they are baking bread at the supermarket?
The heavenly smell of brownies or apple pie in the oven.
The crisp citrusy smell of an orange when you start to peel it.
The smell of a fresh, hot pizza right out of the oven.
Homemade spaghetti bubbling on the stove.
(Do we see a food pattern here?......hmmmmm…I don’t think we need to wonder why I’m on Weight Watchers)
The sweet smell of clean hair when you kiss the top of a loved ones head.
The smell of a puppy. Grown dogs smell different. For some inexplicable reason, Bessie never lost her puppy smell. I would wrap my arms around her chunky brown body and bury my face in her fur and it was like smelling an 8 week old pup. (bear in mind that my dogs swim every day, several times a day, so the idea of “doggy smell” is not a factor in my house – chlorine smell is more likely)
The smell of your Mom when you hug her.
The smell of your spouse when you hug him/her. We all have such distinctive smells that say who we are. I don’t mean the soap smell or deodorant smell or good smell that we all (hopefully) have lingering around us. I mean our “person smell”. Go smell somebody before they get all “prettied up”. Each of us have a distinctive smell. Our dogs know it. I wonder why we’re not better at smelling each other’s scent?
The fresh clean smell of dryer sheets and freshly washed laundry.
The sexy, enticing smell of a woman’s perfume.
The smell of home.
The smell of your favorite shower gel or lotion. For me, it’s tangerine spice.
The smell of fresh cut grass or hay on a summer day.
The smell of fragrant flowers….a rose? a carnation? an orchid? All different, all heavenly.
The smell of the ocean – that wonderful, fragrant, oceany, salty sea smell – there’s nothing like it when you’ve been landlocked too long.
And then of course, just to be fair, there’s the lovely smell of:
A papermill (never smelled one?…you’ve never really tested your bad smeller until you drive through a town where a papermill is located. How do the residents stand it???????)
The dog pen when’ve you’ve let the chore wait just a tad too long.
Sulfur
Bad breath.
The man or woman in line in front of you who desperately needs a bath and a good deodorant.
The smoke from a forest fire.
Cigar smoke (Oh man, I hate this one!!!)
Cigarette smoke. (not near as bad as a cigar, but still bad)
A stinky pit after a hard day of sweaty work……pick your pit, whatever works for you.
A “loaded” baby diaper.
The bathroom after your spouse spends 30 minutes in there and then forgets to use the room deodorizer.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. We all take our nose and our wonderful sense of smell for granted.
Stop It!!!
Go smell something!!!
5 comments:
I know you've said you hate coffee, so you might not agree with this favorite of mine: I love lying in bed in the morning, smelling the fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. And I love the fact that my husband got it all timed & ready the night before-- somehow that makes it smell even better.
I've always thought that if I could get the hang of being satisfied just SMELLING good food, my weight struggles would be over. But knowing me, I'd overdo it and my nose would gain weight.
I have no idea why I dislike coffee so much. I tried SO hard to learn to like it when I was a teenager. For after all, drinking coffee was a grown-up thing to do. Want to hear something crazy? I hate the TASTE of coffee but I love the SMELL. Strange but true.
Bio-Girl to the rescue!!! The reason you most likely do not like coffee is that there is a recessive trait that made you that way. Now, this does not go for everyone, but for people who have really tried it, and just think it is bad, they most likely have this gene (there is also one for broccoli). What it is, is that there is a chemical in coffee. It is undetectable to most people’s taste buds, but a small percent of people to have this gene taste it. It is extremely bitter and well...bad. So they hate coffee. Simple as that!
This is all so true. My favorite is a crisp, citrus smell. And the smell of my husband, of course! He always smells good. And then there is the smell of Wesley's neck. Fabulous!
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