Yesterday
I got some unanticipated help. As I was walking my dog I found a mask. It
was a black studded half mask that looked like perhaps a super hero had
dropped it during a fight.
The only
problem is, it smells like cigarette smoke, which really bothers me, especially
having it right on my face. So I might just take it back where I found
it.
My sense
of smell has been particularly keen lately, at least until this morning
when I woke up with sinus congestion. For the last week or so, I've been
aware of a number of unpleasant smells in my neighborhood and in my house,
things nobody else around me seems to notice.
For example,
a couple days ago I woke up with a headache. When I walked my dog, the
whole neighborhood smelled like a factory burning chemicals. It was terrible.
My keen
sense of smell seems to come and go, so in times of maximum sensitivity,
I have incense available, or scented candles. I can never tell what's
going to bother me next.
I wonder
what if this is what it's like to be a dog? Except, of course, that most
strong scents that bother human are smells that dogs would love. Haven't
you ever taken a dog for a walk when suddenly they stick their nose into
something absolutely horrid? And then you have to pull them away forcefully?
Dogs are
lucky they enjoy bad smells, because there are far more unpleasant smells
than pleasant ones.
I'm often
surprised when The Gryphon can't smell something I'm complaining about.
It's like seeing a spectrum of light no one else sees, except stinkier.
I once knew
somebody who had no sense of smell. She was born deficient in that sense.
Of all the senses to lose, it didn't cause her too many troubles. But
one side effect was that she really couldn't taste things very well.
She was
a violinist, for which smell is rarely necessary.
Believe
it or not, for about six months I lived with a smoker, that being The
Luser. To this I attribute, in part, my terrific sense of smell. You see,
my senses were so dulled during that time that when he left, they returned
with a vengeance. And everything smelled like an ashtray! I had to wash
everything in the apartment. Twice.
Some smells
I like are also allergens: fresh cut grass, fresh flowers. I also like
the smell of cooking (but not the next day when the scent is still hanging
around), basil, cloves, patchouli, clean dogs (not wet dogs, you understand),
the salt air of the seaside.
Some of
the worst scents: nickel factories and paper factories, dead animals,
dirty dishes, mold of all varieties.
The difference
between me and my dog is the way our noses work. To them, smells are rich
tapestries, complicated intellectual challenges. They enjoy figuring out
what makes up a scent: "Just a hint of licorice, an undercurrent
of mold and on top, a really delicate manure smell.
Humans have
a more visceral reaction, as if the nose is hardwired to the emotions.
"That dank metallic smell, metal and gym socks, smells just like
the locker I got shoved into once in junior high."
Dogs, the
intellectuals of the nose.
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