|I have a very acute sense of smell. I was born this way. With this sense, I'll associate an event, time period, location, or person with a certain smell. And if I ever smell that specific scent, I'll immediately think of its reference.
I'm known to be fairly unobservant. Oh well. But I notice smells. That's the first thing I'll notice when I walk into a room. Sometimes I use the executive bathroom at work. As soon as I walk in, I'm pummeled by an almost overwhelming smell of comforting citrus. It's beautiful. It's not like burn-your-nosehairs Lemon Pledge or hey-everybody-look-at-me-I'm-eating-an-orange orange. It's almost like an orange sherbert (acceptable alternate spelling of sherbet), sweet and comfortable.
Wendy and I got in my car last night to drive somewhere. As soon as I shut the door, I smelled a very familiar smell. Back in high school when I played soccer, my cleats would sometimes get a little wet. And I'd leave them in my bag or my locker. After about 2 days, they would develop this smell that I can only describe as rotting-grass-feet. This is exactly what I smelled in my car last night. It turns out that Wendy's jacket had been left in a chocolate manufacturing area, and the smell of chocolate from a manufacturing plant tends to resemble baby poop. This is a proven fact and has been stated by more than one chocolate manufacturer. So apparently, the smell of rotting-grass-feet is the same as chocolate-baby-poop. Interesting. #entertainment