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“That’s nice.” “What do you smell?” “Something warm and comforting. Chocolate...vanilla, and…sugar.” “That’s my blood.” “Really?” “Uh-huh. I smell like a cookie.” She giggles and pulls my hand away from her eyes. “I can’t focus. I can hear stuff I shouldn’t, and smell things-”

Aria I grasp the letter from my parents in my hands tightly and breathe it in, wishing I could smell my mother’s perfume, my father’s aftershave, on the paper. It only smells like a regular sheet of paper, nothing else, not even a trace of the gross smelling apartment I left them behind in. I feel bad that I can’t even pick up a fine trace of them, not even with my super smelling abilities. But at least I have something they touched, something they held in their hands, and their thoughts.

I want to know what this pair knows. "Yes, for her safety, at least until we know for sure what the smells are, which I can't do right now, can you?" When he asks me, I get annoyed because I don't always notice what the girl is or isn't smelling. I start to smell the air again, but this time I don't smell chocolate or cotton candy. "Okay, that's wired, but I don't smell anything. Why did that happen?" When I ask my twin what he is thinking, he tilts his head and puts one ear down.

”I always feel like I want to puke and I can't stand some smells. “What kind of smell?” I asked and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I can’t stand the smell of anything sweet like candy and fruity popsicles.” “More like you are describing Hades' scent,” She made a gaggling sound to confirm it and I started to laugh but choked it back, afraid that I might offend her. “And also the smell of coffee. I have always loved the rich smell of coffee but now I can't stand the smell anymore.”

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.

One thing that you should never underestimate, is how strong your other senses can become when it’s working hard to compensate for the lost of another. I might not be able to see anyone or anything but to compensate for that I could hear better, and, in this case, I could also smell better. I couldn’t hear him, and I couldn’t see him; however, I think I could smell him. Even if it was just very faintly, I was convinced that I had caught a swift of his smell…

It's brown, like the colour of the bitter coffee he loves to drink every morning. "She doesn't have the usual symptoms, no strong sense of smell or strength." It takes a second to realise that mummy is talking about me. My hands wrap around my body, and guilt fills me up. I smell things a lot, but I don't tell mummy because it's weird.

He replied, and she moved her head to the side. “I had Ageusia when I was younger. No one knows how it happened, but one day I just couldn’t taste anymore.” He said. “No other symptoms?” she asked. “No.,” he said. “You can smell?” she asked. “Yes.” He replied. “Hmm. Weird.” She replied. “Did they treat you with anything?” “Why do I feel like I am a lab rat now?” he asked with a chuckle. “You’re not. It is just that is really rare that it just happened, and you have no other symptoms. Mostly that you can smell. Those two senses are tied together.” She said.

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.