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The Power of Scent! Wow it is incredible!

Updated on February 15, 2014

Does night produce more smells or is it just our lack of sight that amplifies them?

Palms and fresh cut grass.
Palms and fresh cut grass. | Source

Our sense of smell is very important.

Smell is 80% of our sense of taste. It effects our senses of sight, hearing and touch and probably even our speech and memory. Well for sure memory.

Try this on for knowledge: Petrichor (/ˈpɛtrɨkɔər/) is the scent of rain on dry earth, or the scent of dust after rain. The word is constructed from Greek, petros, meaning stone + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology. It is defined as "the distinctive scent which accompanies the first rain after a long warm dry spell" Of course that belongs to wikipedia.

And in my experience it falls far short of truth.

It is when my siblings and I would watch each others' hair and if it look static electrified we would jump for cover from lightning.

You have hairs in your nose and they are awesome. Mine are not so much as at my age, if not trimmed they would join my ear hair and make a crazy mustache.

So that smell is charged with electricity. And that is a good thing.

To this day I smell my roses and find myself at 5 years old in a place known as Omar Kharekians or Khayyams (excuse spelling please) It was a restaurant that my father took my family to for rose pedal jam. Oh I think my father the doctor had saved Omar's mother in an emergency call, which debt could not be repaid, ever. But it was the scent of the roses in a San Francisco restaurant that has stayed with me all the years. Call that scent love.

Perhaps we miss the smell.

Please wear that perfume that makes me sneeze.

Sorry but I just love the scent of my love right out of the shower. But through a tough day it is her scent that carries me to make tragedy into triumph.

I was in a bar in a place called Shanghai. Strictly business but a lady, cfo to be true sat down and she was not attractive to me. But she wore the same scent as my wife. I am older now and just breathed it in and thought of home. I could have lost myself in that woman for she smelled as my wife does.

Is that crazy or normal?

I am a tracker by upbringing

This path carried the scent of a young Mountain lion and it was worth the work to track.
This path carried the scent of a young Mountain lion and it was worth the work to track. | Source

I use my son's baby shampoo once a week.

My nephew said to me as we drove to pick up my son from preschool, wow! uncle it smells like Gabriel in here.

Can you smell danger?

Are you able to smell more than just ordinary scents?

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It 1973 and our Nose Tackle was injured badly.

I was just a junior in high school and Brett Smith was an All American Nose Tackle and he got hurt bad. A nose tackle is the defensive player in football that lines up head to head with a center on defense. A nose tackle must stop any forward movement to the right and or left of that center. Think of the quarterback up behind the center. And there are two holes between that center and the next players which are called offensive guards. A nose guard has to be able to plug the entire space. Usually only teams with a real bad ass nose guard have defensive formation that way. Otherwise they have two defensive guards to plug those holes. Well our bad ass nose guard was out and I was in and the offense was going to run that ball right over my balls. I had one choice and that was to hurt before I got hurt.

I will never forget the smell of that night with snow falling and young men, military age lined up for battle. I had three downs to go. And I could smell the victory of the opposers. Regardless of the play the first thing I did was attack and brutalize that center. I must have hurt something with my full bore double shot of forearms directly to his skull. And the next was a shoulder shot to his head and full weight and pressure driving the guard next to him into the frozen ground. Now they had 3rd and one and I could smell the fear they had of the damage I could do. I did not care what the plays were I was going to inflict mayhem. And they could smell that and now I could smell their fear. They of course ran hard off center with me the kid there. And I took out the left guard and sent the fullback out of the game. It was not yard markers or cheering crowds, it was a scent that I put out. It was a clear smell that I did not give a damn about the game but was concerned only in mano y mano crap. I stank of testosterone and reeked of maniacal desire to hurt.

This was not skill but a smell that demanded dominion. An odor of craziness toward a goal.

Well that nose and that jaw; I was not born with.

That ugly look is born of fists and rocks and whatever to my face as I smelled a fight.
That ugly look is born of fists and rocks and whatever to my face as I smelled a fight. | Source

Two women and two scents

My first wife was overdue with our first. It came around real bad. She is a great gal who would not show the pain. So forty hours of labor later there were issues. A chord wrapped tight around our baby's throat and an emergency forced delivery.

My second wife and her first child late in life. Premature by over a month.

And in both cases I smelled no fear, Just a love that permeated my every soul. I got nothing compared to those ladies. But I got a scent on conviction and love that will never leave my nostrils. They sweated the procedures as angst filled my silly body not trusting like them in our Lord.

Thank you both children are fantastic. Cum Laudie das and all the rest. But that wild crazy lack of fear for is just amazing and it leaves a non odor. And that is weird or maybe it is not.

I hope this raises more questions than it answers on this find day.

My point here is that there is something in us that fear reduces to scent and we know it. But confidence and faith do not result in a scent, or maybe a great scent.

Let us conclude this article

Scent is not some forgotten sense. There are times and places where the scent is what we carry forward. And there is nothing wrong with such a notion. Two of my children are born and my strongest memory of those births is in my nose.

I must admit that my nose is huge. It is nasal protuberance at its' best. So maybe this hub is skewed.


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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Eddy, things are tough around. And that is cool. For us who live in this moment there is only our senses.

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Another wonderful and interesting hub Eric.

      Voted up and wishing you a great day.


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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      It is truly a great experience and every individual different power of sense though interesting.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      DDE here is a fun one. When I read your writing it is a reverse, It conjures up in my sense of smell a clean cold rain. And I have no idea why.

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      I have that feeling of smelling a scent of fear or happiness and indeed it is an amazing power that one has and just as you describe it incredible.

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      When my Grandpa visited i would move my bedding to next his bed. One moment of grandpa awake was a treasure. When he first stepped on me he proclaimed " On mina Godt" or something. From then on I rode his leg to the pump that was my job to prime. He smelled of hard work and cashews. Amen God and let us be our Grand father's son.

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      John Hansen 4 years ago from Queensland Australia

      I agree Eric that smell/scent is a powerful force. You can smell both fear and fearlessness. It's why animals especially dogs react to certain people differently. I never knew the smell of rain on parched earth had a richer. Wow I learned something new....I yearn for that smell, we need rain bad. As I said in my poem 'Grandpa's Chair', the smell of kerosene reminds me of him and the room with his rocking chair where I slept. Good hub, I enjoyed the read.