Olfactory Sensations

Smells. Scents. Olfactory.

I love the smell of crayons – but not just any old crayons – it must be Crayola crayons.

I love the smell of rain.

Especially in green wooded areas, like Washington.

I love the smell of red, ripe, juicy strawberries.

I love the smell of a juicy orange (even though I don’t eat them because I can’t stand the texture).

I love the smell of warm oatmeal (even though, once again, I don’t eat it because I can’t stand the texture).

I love the smell of freshly baked cookies.

I love the smell of old books.

I love the smell of berries…black-, rasp-, straw-, blue-, etc.

I love the smell of a clean little infant.

I love the smell of a campfire (especially the way the clothes you wore smell the day after, and the day after that, until you wash them.)

I love the smell of a candle store, particularly Yankee Candle Co.

I love the smell of a freshly clean house.

I love the smell of warm pecan pie.

I love the smell of most warm pies, actually.

Ok, I love the smell of most baked goods. You got me.

I am forever grateful for the sense of smell.

I am grateful for my nose.

It’s the little things that

make life beautiful.

 

**first 16 images were obtained from Google image search**