The national sense of the smell day is a very decent type of event. This is a very relaxing and comforting event. It is not a very popular event as compared to the other national events but it still quite popular among all those big events. In my opinion, this event should attain much attention. Smell is a very pleasant feeling. one can enjoy a movement of peace and joy in by simply smelling the nature. This event reminds us of the importance of smell and also berating in and breathing out is so much important in our lives. It is very good for the health of a person to enjoy the fresh air and fresh smell of perfumes or flowers. This day reminds us of the importance of our health. One of the terms indicates the reference of body odor. Each person has a unique body odor. Some people get attracted to another person’s body odor. People can change their body odor through the use of expensive perfumes. Breathing fresh air is very important for our health. Air contains many vitamins that are good for our physical and mental health. It feels very good and cute to smell fresh flowers in the early morning. It also refers us to enjoy the early morning walks. Fresh breathing can be attained by morning walks. The overall concept behind this is to indicate that your life is beautiful, you must go out and enjoy every moment of your life with your loved ones. Enjoy the beauty of nature. keep breathing the fresh air have some healthy meal and always remember your family and friends.
“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.”
“And now I’ve got to explain the smell that was in there before I went in there. Does that ever happen to you? It’s not your fault. You’ve held your breath, you just wanna get out, and now you open the door and you have to explain, ‘Oh! Listen, there’s an odor in there and I didn’t do it. It’s bad.”
“But a smell shivered him awake.
It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of sex. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was bats and husks and burrows and moss. It was solid and alive – so alive! And it was close.
The vapors invaded Nicholas’ nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked a tremble of fear.
The trees themselves seemed tense, waiting. The moonlight was a hard shell, sharp and ready to ready be struck and to ring like steel.
A shadow moved.
It poured like oil from between the tall trees and flowed across dark sandy dirt, lengthening into the middle of the ring. Trees seem to bend toward it, spellbound. A long, long shadow…”
“…his sleep, though deep as death itself, was not dreamless this time, but threaded with ghostly wisps of dreams. These wisps were clearly recognizable as scraps of odors. At first they merely floated in thin threads past Grenouille’s nose, but then they grew thicker, more cloudlike. And now it seemed as if he were standing in the middle of a moor from which fog was rising. The fog slowly climbed higher. Soon Grenouille was completely wrapped in fog, saturated with fog, and it seemed he could not get his breath for the foggy vapor. If he did not want to suffocate, he would have to breathe the fog in. And the fog was, as noted, an odor. And Grenouille knew what kind of odor. The fog ws his own odor. His, Grenouille’s, own body odor was the fog.
And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that his odor was his odor, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!”