A Rose is a Rose is a Rose

So many people are moved by smells, aromas, odors, fragrances. It is only human. But the odd thing about that and myself is that the scents that move me seem to be a bit different than others. Most people seem to be moved by the scent of flowers, the scent of fresh air, the scent of tea, the scent of trees, or the scent of perfume and cologne. I am generally not, especially the last one because there are only two options for cologne or perfume.

1. It is masking a body odor, for which it needs to be layered on to the point of singing my nostrils from 100 yards away.
2. It is masking a natural smell of a human being.

I have to say my sense of smell is pretty dulled by a chronic sinus infection and ridiculously small nasal channels. I say this because it means I generally don't smell things at all unless they are right under my nose.

That being said, the smells that generally move me fit into two distinct categories.

Women & Food

Food is on the list because it necessarily has to get close enough for me to smell it in order for me to eat it.

The other one is why perfume pisses me off so much. I am a fan of the way normal girls smell. Granted, there are always a few people that simply need to shower more often...but for the most part, normal girls' aromas are just interesting to me in their variety. Actually, they are collectively my favorite aroma. For me, they are also practically a Madeleine to Proust.