“From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?”
Well, I’m not sure. I was not so scent-oriented. Nor nose-oriented. Maybe I just can’t think of the exact one.
I remember, and I can still smell, the smell of my neighborhood. I do know the smell of the spring, the green, the blossoms and flowers, the soil with the distinctive scent from some sort of mixture of fertilizers. The smell of the rice fields in every season.
I liked the smells of some kinds of stationeries. Papers. Well, I also liked and still like how newly-printed books and magazines smell. Scented erasers, smelling like apples or strawberries or all kinds, scented papers and scented tissue papers were popular when I was a child.
I remember my friend at junior high art club said a certain color of poster paint smells like Japanese Shiitake mushroom that has gone bad. I hadn’t thought of paint colors like that, and that sounded funny, so I still remember that.
As for the smells of the things I eat or drink, I’m a bit conservative. I feel kind of allergic to most western herbs, and eastern I guess, mostly because of the smells. And I can’t drink coffee with an artificial flavor. I don’t think I will be used to a bitter taste with a sweet flavor any time soon.