Way back in 2001 when my fave critique partner and I got together, I’d started a spreadsheet for a book with a working title “The Fragrance of Fate.”
This was my research into the sense of SMELL.
Sir Walter Raleigh smelled of strawberry.
The trouble with a computer and/or a phone is that you can see/hear but never taste or smell or touch.
To this day I can remember the smell of Tsar. Our beautiful German Shepherd.
The taste of Marmite takes me back to my brothers and I around the breakfast table before school.
The touch of velvet sends me back on to the stage in a drama class.
These three senses begin at birth. A baby is born and taken to the mother’s breast. The baby feels, smells and tastes. It’s primeval.
Computers are not even half of a whole.
If you hold your lover in your arms and don’t get drunk on their natural scent – they are not your partner.
Love involves all 5 senses and that enigmatic 6th sense.
As Napoleon supposedly said to Josephine – Home in three days. Don’t wash.
Now THAT is Hidden History :o)