The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

Its not what love smells like but how love makes everyday smells so wonderful – grass, cotton. I should bill you for that one. Also check out Perfume by Patrick Suskind for the very last word on the sense of smell. Its an amazing book.

Thanks Charles … and yes, there is definitely a feeling you are more responsive to all that is around you [when falling in love] rather than any definitive scent – but grass and cotton are good ones, probably driven by activities and efforts made by people still in the phase of ‘impressing’.

And yes, the film/book is a corker – and no Marcus, I didn’t see it because movies here are ahem, available on the ‘cheap’.

[That’s my story and I’m sticking with it!]

Grass, the smell of sweat – basically, what Charles said (I would bill him for that one mate 😉 ).

Love smells like the gentle bobbing action on a gear stick.. Oops wrong post. Sorry 😉

Love is a perfume that you could smell on supermodels and it would still remind you of your lover!

When I try to imagine the smell of love I automatically think of bakery smells. Wholesome, natural, warm & cared for.

Falling in love is different. More intense, sweet & heady, like full on florals or berries and cherries and sticky, or the cloying sweetness of candyfloss and gummy sweets. I think I’m trying to put a sense of rush into the smell. I definitely don’t get lovely fresh things like cotton or grass.

The more I think about it, the more I dislike the smell of falling in love. Urgh!

It’s easy, the smell of love is the smell of the one you love. For me it is the smell of the perfume Paris from YSL. My wife used to have it when I met her, and since then I always smell when someone is wearing this particular perfume. Smells is something people always remember, even smells from early childhood.

Oooooh I like this post – not just because it is helping me/us on an interesting project, but it has encouraged a bunch of new people to come and talk.

Hello Helen, Henk and Vanessa – thanks so much for your comments and I do hope this won’t be the last time you pop in and talk.

And while I can totally relate to where Henk is coming from [The woman I left England for, wore Amarige perfume, and while we split up bloody years ago, I can still tell when a woman wears it, though obviously the smell isn’t “love” anymore, just a memory] Helen’s comments seem to indicate more about who you are and your attitude towards ‘love’ than anything else, ha!

Hmmmmn, I think I’ve just singlehandidly scared you away – but in all seriousness, I’d love to know more about why you said what you said, because the next part of this experiment is look for ‘frames of reference’ and while the bread/bakery/warm makes sense, the other things are rather different and that’s the bit I find the most intriguing.

Now Vanessa, I totally get what you mean about the smell of ‘fear/adreneline’ … because whether you are in the early days of being someone or just going up and talking to them, your heart [at least for us weak-as-piss men] is pumping like a mad thing both interms of excitement and trepedation. However, what does fear and adreneline smell like … is there anything you associate with that, even if not directly? ie: ice makes me think of cleanliness etc etc

Hope you all pop back from time to time, if only to keep sanity on this blog, ha!

Pete … the Mr Darcy of Adland!