tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post993489940247409467..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Scents and SensitivityAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-37406302250822361682017-10-09T23:20:00.643-04:002017-10-09T23:20:00.643-04:00Ah, eucalyptus! I spent three years in the Bay Are...Ah, eucalyptus! I spent three years in the Bay Area in the late sixties, and that scent is forever imprinted in my memories. Even cough drops that include it trigger a recognition, and then frustration because in that processed form it's not close enough to the essence of the groves I used to walk through.Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-1390243110188199752017-10-09T18:15:53.742-04:002017-10-09T18:15:53.742-04:00I would love to smell the Australian outback. I lo...I would love to smell the Australian outback. I loved the smell of eucalyptus when I lived the SAN Francisco Bay Area (Menlo Park) for a year as a child with my family. <br /><br />The smell of sagebrush after rain is characteristic of southern Idaho (where I spent most of my childhoo). I liked it so much that I made my grandmother a sagebrush sachet, & she politely claimed to be delighted.<br /><br />Whenever I return home to the Canadian prairies after being away, I notice the freshness of the smell (minimal pollution, despite incredible amounts of pesticide dropped on wheat fields by plane).<br /><br />It’s so true that smells evoke places.Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-66441730594978787712017-10-08T20:21:09.817-04:002017-10-08T20:21:09.817-04:00Smells will evoke memories of time and place, just...Smells will evoke memories of time and place, just like Proust's madeline in Swann's Way.<br /><br />Not many folks know that that phenomenon actually happened to Marcel Proust. But it was the smell of burnt toast rather than a madeline that made his memory come back so clearly.Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-11871843606027753732017-10-08T00:09:34.296-04:002017-10-08T00:09:34.296-04:00I lived in southern California for two very pivota...I lived in southern California for two very pivotal years of my life. The merest whiff of eucalyptus is enough to drag me back into that period of passion and confusion.<br /><br />Wonderful post!Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-70830458391149962622017-10-07T15:44:54.935-04:002017-10-07T15:44:54.935-04:00I love this post, Willsin. I have a deep relations...I love this post, Willsin. I have a deep relationship to my own sense of smell, similar in many ways to what you’ve described here. It’s certainly a key to memory, and at times when I’ve lost my sense of smell, for example from a bad cold, I’ve been surprised to learn that I actually use it to navigate my surroundings more than I realize.Annabeth Leonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07455191827664110878noreply@blogger.com