When some people think back on an event, they remember the images, sounds or voices of a scene. For me, it’s the smells – I most often remember my stories based on smells.
Hear me out.
Yesterday, I was on the scene of a house fire as friends and family began to clean up. The rain was still falling from the remnants of Sandy – whose winds apparently helped spread the flames of the fire.
Here’s what the scene looked like when myself and Daily Item photographer Rob Inglis arrived:
What struck me first was the smell. It was a charred wood smell, mixed with a pungent barn smell from the family’s barn across the street.
It’s these smells that stick with you – you get them in your nose and you can smell them for days afterward.
For example, about a month ago, I was on the scene of an accident which happened to be near where a deer carcass was laying. I walked around with the roadkill deer smell in my nostrils for about a week afterward. I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Even now, when I smell that roadkill-ish, garbage smell, I think right back to that accident scene.
What takes you back to certain memories? Are you a smeller too?