I write this month in praise of smelling: smelling as a verb and as an attribute. Smell as a sense opens us up to the world's vagaries in a particularly vulnerable way. Commentaries waft up our nose quite against our will. We can't close our noses in the way we shut our eyes against that which we do not wish to see, at least not without the use of our hands. Turning our noses up does not help either. We are constantly touched by the gentle or rough hand of smell; penetrated by the pheromones of fate.
Recommended CitationCottier, Penelope, Correct Line Cooking: Sweet Smell of Excess, Australian Left Review, 1(130), 1991, 62.