Smelling Your Partner’s Stinky Shirt Makes You Feel Better

But he started to hold her back when she would have moved into him. 

“Let me rinse some of this sweat off first.”

“I don’t mind it. It’s basic and natural, and …” 

She pressed her lips to the side of his throat. “Salty.”

The Witness

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By Pablo Heimplatz pabloheimplatz - 

https://unsplash.com/photos/M1doNY5gdZs, CC0, 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=61706844

Researchers out of the University of British Columbia say that smelling your partner’s scent can help lower stress levels.  

MSN

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Twilight deepened, cooling the air, but she felt only the heat from his body 

as she pressed against him. He smelled of horses and leather. 

Dazed, she thought that the scent must be part of some deeply buried fantasy.

The Name of the Game 

Memory Games

He smelled of rain and soap and... 

Brut, she realized. 

And the aftershave had some flicker of memory 

trying to light in her brain. 

Remember When

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By Frieda Menshausen-Labriola - Offizieller Katalog 
der Münchener Jahres-Ausstellung 1900 im kgl. 
Glaspalast, 2. Ausgabe, Verlag der Münchner Künstlergenossenschaft
München, 23. Juni 1900, Public Domain, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11090195

Smelling Art with Sissel Tolaas

We’re used to looking at art, hearing art, perhaps touching it. But smelling? This artist is trying to change the way we think about using our noses.

BROADSHEET

How Smell Works

The scent of coffee woke her. Tess turned from her side to her back and lay dozing with

the homey, comforting smell. 

How many years had it been since she’d woken to the scent of coffee already brewing? 

When she’d lived in her grandfather’s house with its high ceilings and tiled foyer, she would come down the arching staircase in the mornings to find her grandfather already behind a huge plate of eggs or hotcakes, the newspaper open, and the coffee already poured.

Miss Bette, the housekeeper, would have set the table with the everyday dishes, the ones with the little violets around the edges. Flowers would have depended on the season, but they would always be there, jonquils or roses or mums in the blue porcelain vase that had been her great-grandmother’s.

There would have been the quiet whoosh of Trooper’s tail, her grandfather’s old golden retriever, as he sat beneath the table hoping for a windfall. 

Those had been the mornings of her youth—steady, secure, and familiar—of her young womanhood, just as her grandfather had been the strong central figure in her life.

Sacred Sins

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The sense of smell is closely linked with memory, probably more so than any of our other senses.

FIFTH SENSE

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Stan bent down over her, close enough that she could smell the simple department-store aftershave he wore. 

She recognized it and, on a wave of nostalgia, remembered her mother's driver had worn it, too.

For no other reason, her sense of trust in him was confirmed.

Night Moves