My perfume fetish and me? Why I can not keep my nose out of nowhere!
"You have such a small at the swatter already," says my friend at the pub beer while I naively take a deep pull on my cardigan. Lucky: The jacket still smells wonderfully of dried laundry in the fresh air. With a deep-seated feeling I brush her over again. "Can it be that you have somehow NEN smell stick ?? We just fled an Asian restaurant because I feared my freshly washed hair might take on the smell of roast duck? which in turn would cause me to sleep badly later ...
Ok, ok, that's a bit weird. And, yes, I actually sniff at almost everything that comes in contact with me: the carrot at the canteen lunch, the freshly used sports sock, the own blouse after a nerve-wracking meeting and even my cat, when she rolled up into a cuddly cinnamon bun lying on the sofa. However, the whole thing has more rarely to do with disgust and hygienic panic, than with pure curiosity and, above all, very positive feelings. For example, I have one recently? Of course also technically highly qualified? Employees like to set spontaneously determined, because I found that he simply smelled really good.
Just unnoticed dig your nose into the puppy fur
Bad for me too: human and animal children. It's not that dog puppy owners would not have a hard time anyway. They are constantly attacked by hysterical women (? Awwwww! So! Sweet !?) and come with their young dogs hardly to pee around the next corner of the house. I, on the other hand, am one step harder. My biggest goal in the encounter with a fur child: My nose as unnoticed dig into the fur behind his ears! It is only logical that this behavior has already left a number of strangers who are strangers on the open road distraught.
The other day I wanted to show a sleeping toddler. Unfortunately, this did not know me until then, as did the numerous puppies. Help! Is there anything more comfortable than the sweetish smell of small people? I then better times held on the door frame. Imagine the lifelong trauma: the poor child wakes up in the middle of the night without thinking, while a stranger bends deeply over his bed, sucking in air through his nose ...
Yes, I'm stealing sleep shirts
Of course, this kind of unilaterally potentiated sensory perception also has a great influence on my love life. To make a long story short: I secretly steal worn T-shirts. Embarrassing, I know. But the most enticing smell of all for me is the skin odor of a coveted human. He is most intense around the neck and the heart, where the blood pulsates. Is it any wonder that Patrick Süßkinds is the perfume? has always been my favorite book? Because let's go away this whole serial murder thing: Has anyone described the direct influence of odors on feelings the better? Just. At least for the first time I felt really understood when reading.
And science has now found explanations for my behavior. The sense of smell is evolutionary, namely one of the oldest, because most immediate sense. While seeing, hearing, feeling and tasting are cognitively pre-filtered, scent information reaches the brain directly, as the olfactory nerves reach right into the nose. According to research, odors are processed in almost the same brain region as emotions? what might finally explain my close link, my? tick ?.
The smelly shirt decides the gene fit
And even more: women who, unlike me, not secretly, but in the name of science, extensively sniffed on used men's T-shirts and from this should conclude on the attractiveness of the shirt wearer, unconsciously chose the genetically appropriate person for themselves , Hammer, right?
That makes me smell the smell of fresh linen and at home? reminds, is also explainable: According to researchers, people could remember even after many years of the smell of the nursery or the Lieblingsstofftiers, it would be intense positive and negative feelings are triggered. And: People who lose their sense of smell would often become depressed. They simply missed their own smell. One suspects therefore that with the sense of smell one loses also the own identity. Sorry, right?
So, whether I have a little clapper on? Certainly even! But at least, I know exactly who I am.
