Tidak Bisa Mencium Bau Dan Rasa Novels & Stories

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.

, he said. "Take it off yourself ", I teased. "No",he said after 5 seconds of burning red. I love that I'm making him feel this way it's so fucken adorable. "Boring", I said and got into the bathroom and then stripped completely. This place smelled amazing. The water was pink with lots and lot's of petals and lime and lemon slices and so many other things I can't even explain. I got into it, okay this was nice. "You like it?", he asked coming into the bathroom.

“Camille, smell this. Scent is not just a fragrance. It is the soul of all things, the memory of time.” The delicate rose unfurled, releasing its soft, pure aroma. The scent etched itself deeply into her young mind, a sacred promise of passion and legacy. But now, all Camille could feel was a terrifying emptiness. The car accident a year ago had stolen her sense of smell, as if a painter had been deprived of light, or a singer silenced in the midst of an unfinished symphony.

he replied. “It could be anybody,” I pointed out. He grinned and shook his head slightly. “I highly doubt that. The sense of smell is the most powerful sense and most likely the one that’s linked to the memory. I remember your scent from yesterday. You smell like… you.” “Er… is that a good thing?” I asked. “You smell like sweet strawberries combined with a scent of freesia and honeysuckle,” he replied. “It’s always a good thing.” He practically enumerated the scents of my perfume, my soap and my shampoo. Being blind must have turned him into a bloodhound.

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.

The kiss begins slow and innocent, but as Alex' hands roam my body, it ignites a fiery passion in me, leaving me craving more - yearning for his searing mouth all over my skin. He pulls away from my lips to trail kisses along my neck and sniffs on his mark. I expect him to continue down my body, but he stops, pulling his gaze to meet mine. "Why can't I ever smell your scent?" he asks, his confusion evident. My brows furrow. "You can't smell my scent?" I repeat his question slowly, genuinely bewildered. The idea that someone couldn't smell my scent was completely new to me. "Yeah, I can't," he confirms.

Taste was more for food and drinks. Like for instance, at the bar tonight with my sister. All I could smell was a mix of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. My sister uses a floral perfume, jasmine and its easy for me to know its her because not many wear that scent. Her boyfriend, Andy, bathes himself in that axe body spray and its enough to smother me when I get too close. Then those two guys that joined us for a bit, flirting with me. They smelled of cheap beer and cheap cologne.

“Are your senses dull?” I gulped down my saliva before nodding. Her frown deepened. “How dull?” “I can’t see as far as I could, neither are they clear enough, my ears can’t pick the sound surrounding me very well and my sense of smell is basically next to nothing. I feel weak too, my speed and strength feels like they are no longer there too.” She stared at my mom for a while, I couldn’t quite deduce what their gazes meant but I knew it was definitely bad.

Almost like she came in, she turned and walked out, leaving a cloud of her scent behind. My senses might have gotten better and hearing too, sight still wasn’t perfect, but it was better. It was still a little hard for me to identify the scents around me. I could perceive a smell, know it but it would be hard for me to describe it, or save it to memory. I didn’t know Daciana’s distinctive smell till date.

"Look. We have super abilities. I'm not joking. We literally can smell every component of that amazing shampoo that you usually use. Sometimes you switch to another, more like a pine tree meets an orange scent. I can see your blood passing through your veins, in your neck, in your wrists. I can hear your lungs and the air entering and exiting. Your heart beating. I can see a gap in your third and fourth right upper teeth and other things that I don't have to tell you."