Karma

I wonder how it is that something can smell really good, but not taste a thing like it smells — and yet no matter what, if something smells bad, it never tastes good.
I don’t think we realize how much scent affects us on a daily basis. My best friend told me once that the scent of this guy she went on a date with kind of turned her off of seeing him again - not that he smelled necessarily bad, but that something about it gave her bad vibes. She turned out to be right. It affects our simultaneous experiences, too; I realized it just now when there were two guys from my workplace about three feet away from me on either side, and, well, they didn’t smell particularly rosy. It completely affected what I was eating (which happened to be strawberries in whipped cream).
On the other hand, whenever I go over to my boyfriend’s house, there are scents that are always comforting and relaxing to me - that make me feel at home, or bring back memories, or even give me.. you know, Those kind of thoughts.
We get really adjusted to the scent of our own houses. I always noticed when I went over to someone else’s place for the first time what their house smelled like. If you go over somewhere enough you adjust to that too, but it makes me wonder what my house smells like to other people. Sometimes when I have been gone on vacation for a while and then I come back to it, it has kind of a New House smell (it was built only about seven or eight years ago). I’m not sure that there’s any real way to put a finger on what it smells like though. I could never explain what my friends’ houses smell like, except on rare occasion - one’s might smell like Asian food all the time, another like incense, and another like those dryer sheets that make me think of rich people.
Yeah, you know the ones I’m talking about….
And water does have a taste. It tastes like.. water. And smells.. well, wet.