The scent...

...fills my nostrils as I breath, and steals my breath away. If I could bottle it, I'd be a Bond villain who would actually rule the world.

Given that we're only 2% off the 'animal' kingdom, it's astonishing that we forget how strong a stimulator scent is. Even more so, given how crap human eyesight is, in the whole scheme of things. I had this debate with the Dutchman about losing ones senses, and everyone seems so loath to let go of sight. While the fact that I'm as blind as the proverbial bat minus my spectacles does very strongly influence my decision, to me, it seems to be the easiest of my senses to give up. Shock, horror! Give up sight? And keep smell? Well, he doesn't have any to begin with, so point made. But I do. And I can't imagine not being able to sniff at things around me... the first rains, the scent of innocence on Avtu, clean sheets, freshly baked bread, the lingering scent of a lover, crab in ginger and spring onion, the sea....

I'd die if I couldn't listen to music. So, that's non negotiable. But the rest? Touch? Oh my. It would certainly be of great relief to the guards at all museums if that were true. But it would be like taking away a dimension. Contours, textures, temperatures, character. Hmmmmm. That's exactly it. Sight, just gives you a single dimension, but it's the sounds, smells, touch and taste that give it life. To talk of taste? A redundant activity on this blog, methinks.

But scent...... nothing poignantly brings back a memory like an unexpected aroma tantalisingly wafting itself around you, stirring forgotten memories, painting pictures in your head, contracting your heart. Yes, I will control the memories of humanity and the world will be mine!!! Bwaahahahahahaaaaaaa..............