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It was about twenty minutes into the game, I am bored out of my mind when the smell hits me or maybe it was always there but now I just noticed it. The rancid sweaty smell surrounds me till it's all I can smell. It’s like everyone decided not to bathe all week. I try covering my nose but it doesn’t work. The smell is everywhere, on everything, and everyone. Worse, as the place warmed up with everyone’s body heat the smell just got stronger and stronger. I pinch my nose in an attempt to save my weak stomach but it doesn’t help much. I remember one of the articles I read on schizophrenia and psychosis.

I answered in a foggy tone, my thoughts still lingering on the thump of the bass I heard coming from Peter’s car. Eh. I shrugged it off, sat Evie down on her feet, and slammed the car door shut that still stood open where I’d pulled her out of the Jeep. I reached down and grabbed her hand as we went into the house. The moment we entered the house, the stench hit me immediately. I was no idiot. I knew these smells. In addition to having Hyperacusis, my other senses were elevated as well. I smelled everything. I was like a dog only I didn’t go around sniffing people’s privates. There it was…the lingering stink of cigarette smoke…no…it was cigars, there was wine or some sort of alcohol, and per

The young man began to feel that something was wrong, there must be someone who entered this cave besides him and Emily! His nose continued to sniff at the strange odor. He wondered why the smell had just appeared, and not when he arrived from hunting? Could the extreme weather have made his sense of smell less sensitive? Ethan tried to concentrate his mind to focus on the unfamiliar smell. He dismissed the smell of snow, the smell of fire, the smell of wet earth, and his lingering body odor.

He scented a bit further until he came across a scent that had him wrinkling his nose. It was almost rotten to him; he could smell the ill intent that the owner of the scent gave off. It poisoned the natural scent of gel and mold causing it to turn almost sour. He remembered his mother had once taught him about how intention could manipulate a person’s scent. Ill-will would turn it sour and good intent would smell almost like sunshine, just like his sister’s scent.

“I came to you because I need help, not because I need you telling me my instincts are wrong.” She lifted her hands. “Alright. Sorry. Describe the smell again.” “Sulfur. Rotting.” Nadia frowned and thought for a moment. “It could be the illness,” she said. “Bodies breaking down sometimes produce strange odors. Medication can do it too.” “Then why can’t anyone else smell it?” “Maybe the mate bond makes you more sensitive.” “Or maybe the mate bond is the problem.” The words hung between us. Nadia looked at me like I had suggested the sky was green.

"Do you have any ideas?" Caisen asked, seeing the expression on Cathy's face. Cathy shook her head. "I remember smelling those sweet macaroons before, but I can't remember where or who I smelled them from." He bit his lower lip. "Where did I smell that... who..." Cathy thought. Cathy's fist clenched. Caisen couldn't remember, but he felt that he had smelled such pheromones. He also couldn't remember where or from whom he smelled it.

It was a word that every addict could easily catch up of its meaning. "So your weakness is triggered by scents?" Nina checked herself. How does she smell like? She doesn't use any perfumes because, as much as possible, she doesn't like people to notice her when she is around them. "I wonder how you can say I smell sweet," she chuckled, feeling helpless. But then, if he has a problem, an illness, his reasons may not be the same as others. And she understands that. She knew that fact too well.

Then, they asked the host on the stage to ask for the masters’ opinions. Melanie blinked. The suggestion seemed to be one that targeted her. Her sense of smell had just been damaged yesterday, and today the International Fragrance Gathering added this new rule on the spot... She had no issues identifying ordinary smells, but fragrances were different. The masters sometimes used very little material in their fragrances, so she would not be able to identify them. If she couldn’t correctly identify the ingredients, then all the steps afterward would be thrown into disorder. Her analysis would become silly.

Samira stood in the sterile, brightly lit perfume production room, her senses assaulted by the pungent scents of various floral extracts and essential oils. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of roses, the sharp tang of citrus, and the earthy undertones of sandalwood. Yet, to her dismay, she could barely discern the delicate nuances of the fragrances she was supposed to be working with.

The day hadn't even started right. Maxwell soon nudged me and I saw the cappuccino cup in front of me. "Thanks. "Smile. I was going back to hand it to Stanley when I felt something wet my panties. Holy crap. No no no no no!!! I kept walking as if nothing had happened and put the cappuccino on his table. Pheromones, unlike our scent, can't be masked with a perfume or anything like that, so either way, if we smell it, we'll feel it.