Tidak Bisa Mencium Bau Dan Rasa Novels & Stories

I break into a smile as I start moving toward the maze of tables and chairs with my focus solely on him. “…even Liana couldn’t resist at the end of the day.” Hearing my name makes me stop. The boozy aura in places like bars interferes a bit with the olfactory senses to a degree and shortens the scent radius (even worse with strong liquor in one’s system). Seeing how Kane doesn’t notice me when I come in is a sign I’m a bit out of his range at the moment. So out of curiosity, I don’t move any further from where I am, in case Kane sniffs me out and stops their conversation.

All of us struggle without sight, but Isaac and the Opal Moon delta barely seem to miss their hearing at all when it’s removed. ‘Is that a delta thing, or just coincidence?’ Lex muses. ‘Your guess is as good as mine,’ I reply. Unsurprisingly, the spray that removes touch when applied to skin, or taste when sprayed on our tongues, has very little impact. No one is majorly affected by losing touch or taste. But sight, sound, and even smell cause real difficulties. Watching experienced warriors suddenly hesitate, misjudge distance, or overcommit because one sense is gone is unsettling in a way I didn’t expect.

"What is it?" "Why did you tell them to taste your food?" She started. "I have heard from the other maids that you are quite powerful and that your six senses are ten times stronger than the normal ones, so I'm sure that if she had put something in our meal, then you would have noticed. But still you asked her to taste it, why?" "You're right." I chipped. "I could easily detect what is in my meal if I wanted to, but there are substances that can alter our senses and make it so that I cannot perceive or trace any scent."

“Minister Maxwell, why are you here? Do you need something?” Hands clasped behind his back, he looked her over slowly and spoke as if to himself. “Do you know each woman carries a different scent? Most people cannot tell them apart. I was born with an uncommon sense of smell. If I have caught a scent once, I will remember it. You, for instance, carry something very familiar.” “I am just a rough maid. I spend my days in the kitchens reeking of grease, and now we are in a hospital, so there is probably a hint of disinfectant too.”

I thought inwardly, and walked to the far end and sniffed, but I couldn't smell her. "What's wrong? Can't you smell her again?" Justin asked, his face furrowed in a puzzle. He walked and stood beside me. "I don't know. I can't seem to perceive her scent any longer. I don't know what's wrong?" I slapped my forehead. Everything is just happening like a film; a very badly and poorly written script acted by the worst characters on earth, and watching it alone is freaking the hell out of me. The scene is confusing, even when I try to recall and process everything; I still can't understand.

Course not really… Unless you consider the feeling of someone whacking your heart with a baseball bat okay… But instead I smile, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. “Darn that sense of smell of mine is wrong again! See this is what happens when you don’t eat enough carrots as a child. You end up the weakest alpha that she can’t even distinguish one person’s scent from the next. Let alone her mate!”

"What do you think about this, by the way? Pretty good? Or is it too garlicky for you?" "It's perfect. It's easier for me to eat carbs and other food with lots of flavor. I don't do as well with bland stuff or anything too sweet." I wrinkled my nose. "The worst thing is that I can't stand the smell or the taste of coffee anymore. That just started a couple of weeks ago."

I loved it when he asked me questions, and I loved it even more when he listened to everything I said as if I were some kind of genius. "Saliva helps wash away the bacteria that cause bad breath," I explained. “However, saliva production decreases while we sleep. So the bacteria goes wild overnight, and boom—morning breath.” He seemed to be taking notes in his head as he nodded. After a moment, he said, "That's... informative," then scowled and attempted to sniff the air. “Wait… I forgot I can’t smell,” he said, laughing, and I blinked. “What?” “I can’t smell,” he said casually as if it was no big deal. I suppose it wasn’t for him, but I’d go crazy if I couldn’t smell. “Merpeople don’t have

I let out a deep sigh and fell backwards back on the bed. “Next, name two things you can smell.” Man I wish I could keep my cool like Koa was doing right now. She didn’t seemed phased by any of this, and I wasn’t sure if that was aggravating me more or not. “One, earth. Two, salt water.” “I’m not even going ask. So just name one thing you can taste.” Koa still calm as ever. “I’m not sure what I’m tasting. It almost remind me of a musky smell if that makes any sense.” I run my hands down my face, getting more and more aggravated.

’ Closing my eyes, trying to focus and follow his advice, I struggled at first just from feeling his touch but eventually was able to push the thrill out of my mind to become still. I gasped as I felt a prickling twinge of a scent. It smelled… sweet and tasted metallic and bitter. Grinning widely, I turned my head up at him, ‘Sweet smelling and bitter tasting?’ ‘Weird combination, isn’t it?’ He stroked my cheek with his thumb. Biting down on my lip, I placed the letter down and swivelled to face him fully, leaning against the table, ‘How can I do this too? Smell and taste magic like you can?’