Personal Narrative: The True Origins Of The Smell

In “Going,” Amy Hempel tells a short story of a young man who had a car accident and is in the hospital, which takes a place in late 20th century America. He sits on the hospital bed and tries to look back what he has done before the accident. The writer describes what he smells throughout the story. When he talks about the night nurse who takes a blood pressure, he describes that her smell is like a Christmas candle. On the other hand, he says that he smelled smoke when his parents’ house burned far away from his house.

The next morning I smell nothing .Have I so quickly surrended my senses, or is the smell really gone” (Corbet 165). Once a person have been in a place for a long time certain things start smelling normal to

NBCDFW5 reports the smoke she was smelling came from a a Bath & Body Works vanilla bean noel-scented 3-wick candle. The mother explained:

After about two hours I opened my window and the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. It smelled of nature the smell of pine trees that danced with the changes in the wind, the smell that comes

It would be easier to give a specific example. Let us assume that ten years ago you attended the funeral of an aunt of yours who you loved very much. During the funeral, they burnt incense as part of the ceremony. You were obviously in a state of high emotional turmoil. You breathed in the incense with its distinctive smell.

Participants will sit in the experimental room in which the novel odour is ambiently diffused at above threshold concentrations and complete the room environment evaluation on the tablet to draw their attention to the ambient odour. Ratings on the evaluation will not be recorded. An emotive image will then be presented on the

A variety of smells overfill the air; cheap perfume from an elderly woman, baby powder from a crying one-year-old,

The room itself smelled something between an eight dollar men’s cologne in the form of a black air

It's only been two day's since I chose to live at Sam's for a week. It's really not so bad. I have lot's of food. I have watched enough t.v. to last me a year though. Honistly I so bored. I'm here all alone. Though I thought this would be fun. Now though not so much. I have my reason's and at the time I thought they were good. Now that I am here though I see that I need more just over sized stuff, food, and space. Who needs this much space when your all alone?? I'm very grateful that I'll only be here for a week. I've had so much pizza I'm so burnt out. Though it's still a little fun here. I get in shopping carts and roll down the esle's in then. While I was looking around for food I found this really big birthday cake. I don't know who Sally

I don’t stop and smell the roses. I will unapologetically tell you the milk isn’t spoiled and instantaneously stuff accepted perfume samples from the mall into my back pocket – mostly because I don’t want to divulge my awkward medical phenomena. I was born with Congenital Anosmia and have never been able to perceive or even understand smells. Over the years, I have had to place immense amounts of trust in family members and friends when asking the “Does this shampoo make my hair smell funky?” question, and ultimately understanding what aspects of life are lost in translation when my father spends an hour attempting to describe how a new car can have its own distinct smell.

I walk back to the camper quarters or as we call it, The Loud House, I see Williana and Sandren talking. Then Sandren leans forward and Williana leans forward. Then they kiss! I should have known. Man! You know to me Sandren looks kinda cute, with his tattoos and short hair, with all those 216 pounds of muscle! He was a girls dream. And now Williana is Sandren’s girl. I feel so stupid! I should know by now, heck I should have known by day ONE! The way he held her close, the way he hugged her goodnight, the way they talked! UGH! Now I’m in bed. I look out the side and see a picture taped to the ceiling of our bunk. It’s Sandren’s. Could my life get any worse?! I saunter down to the cafeteria. I see Sandren sit down. He looks depressed. I see Williana sit four tables away, she was crying. Now that I recall… I did hear loud voices outside the Loud House… Maybe! Just maybe, Sandren broke up with WIlliana!

I remember riding in the car on our way to the yard sale. All of the smells in that old car, my grandma had hairspray in her hair and it was making me a bit woozy, when she looked at me and talked you could smell the coke on her breath. It was her favorite drink. She always went somewhere with a coke in her hand. In her lap she had a big bag of circus peanuts, her favorite snack. The sweetness mixed into the other smells in the weirdest ways to where it smelt good but you didn’t understand why. Plus, the muskiness of the inside of the car added its aroma to everything. My favorite smell was the smell of coke and circus

The place I hid my cigarettes has changed many times throughout my existence. Since I was old enough to speak, I’ve said it with alarm because some part of me was lost in my father’s sleeve, a soft spot that would soon harden. Wherever I hid my cigarettes, they’d always be found. I’ll never forget the time I put them under a loose floorboard in my parent’s bedroom. Everyday I would take two cigarettes and smoke them before and after school and when I came home I would go and take another if they weren’t home. Dad must have had the smell of a canine because every time I would take two for the next day a third had gone missing, sometimes even four that previous day. Why he couldn’t have just bought his own astonished me, or why he’d never told

In the earlier study, scientists assumed that people could only discern about ten different intensities in each of four odor “qualities,” which were either fragrant, acidic, capric (like sweat), or burnt. All of the options amounted to the 10,000 number (10x10x10x10). In the new study, the researchers combined 128 odor molecules from a wide range of smells into various, unique mixtures. The mixtures contained 10, 20 or 30 different components. And rather than employ professional sniffers for the testing, they found volunteers from the community to participate in the study.

I slowly moved my hand toward the handle of the door. As my fingers got closer to it, a subtle perfume filled up the air. It was a sort of redolent glandular scent, a perfume that takes many years, in contact with the very nature of a woman’s body, to transform itself, from just an artificial fragrance, into the powerful and heady essence that touches the soul, and wakes up desires.