Have you ever sniffed someone? You know, just for fun. To see what they do. People react in such deliciously lovely ways. Freaks them out. Even if they know you’re joking.
Go on. Go give someone a sniff. Don’t tell them why, just wrinkle up your nose and sniff. A couple of little snuffles, or one great big snort. Or even better. Get up close. Sniff. Sniff again, a little closer to their heads. Then another quick sniff near the shoulder. As if you’re searching for a particular sent. Something subtle, but definitely there. Drives people bonkers.
Cheap thrills, my friends, cheap thrills.
But it makes me wonder, it does. About how we flick and slather on the lotions and potions to mask the very scent of ourselves. How conscious we are of the emanations of our corporal selves. How much we try to hide our baser sides, our animal selves. The stink of humanity. I wonder if we miss out on subconscious scent signals from others. The smell of fear, danger, sex, joy. The smell of a thousand souls rubbing through a day. A primal survival tool lost to the Givenchy counter.