The smell(s) of a place are fundamental to my experience of it. I still remember the feeling of sensory overwhelm when first landing in Singapore in 1969 in the days when you still had to walk across the tarmac when disembarking. I can think of a scent memory and conjure a visual in response to it (and flipping through my photos does the reverse). I remember being horrified for my grandmother when she lost her sense of smell for a few months after a vicious attack of flu in her early eighties, it affected almost everything about her enjoyment of life.
The smell-free India account is the part that gets me. Smell is the one sense wired straight to the emotional brain, no stop at the thinking part first. It's why your smell log will out-remember the camera roll every time.
I live on a few acres of forest with a creek out back. The photos are nice. The smell of that water after rain is the thing that drops my shoulders. Trying the thirty-second version next trip.
The smell(s) of a place are fundamental to my experience of it. I still remember the feeling of sensory overwhelm when first landing in Singapore in 1969 in the days when you still had to walk across the tarmac when disembarking. I can think of a scent memory and conjure a visual in response to it (and flipping through my photos does the reverse). I remember being horrified for my grandmother when she lost her sense of smell for a few months after a vicious attack of flu in her early eighties, it affected almost everything about her enjoyment of life.
Love this. I do this instinctively, but maybe not intentionally or as much as I should. As someone who is traveling soon, this is a good reminder.
I feel the same! Hoping to do more smell-first traveling this summer. Enjoy your travels!
The smell-free India account is the part that gets me. Smell is the one sense wired straight to the emotional brain, no stop at the thinking part first. It's why your smell log will out-remember the camera roll every time.
I live on a few acres of forest with a creek out back. The photos are nice. The smell of that water after rain is the thing that drops my shoulders. Trying the thirty-second version next trip.