The husband of a friend of mine recently told me that he said he could no longer smell and that my friend could no longer hear properly but that together they made a fully functioning human being. He drily commented, "She smells and I listen". Foundation of a very happy marriage. We have obviously reached a stage in our lives where we are reconciled to a deterioration of our working parts.
But noses are in the news this past week. Kicking off with The Nose, an opera -the first by Shostakovich. Based on a short story by Gogol, concerning a St Petersburg official whose nose is stolen and goes on to develop a life of its own. It sounds an absolute hoot(er).
Audiences at The Royal Opera laughing uproariously? We missed a trick here.
But what a treat to read about the latest device invented to foil bicycle thieves. Skunklock may soon be coming on the market, if the crowd-funding exercise is successful. When a thief attempts to saw through the lock, such vile and putrid gas is released it induces vomiting. It almost makes me wish I had a bike.
And finally we learn that the Lynx effect has some scientific credibility. Who'd have thought that there was a documented basis for women preferring men to smell of something other than themselves. Though I have been fortunate enough to be married to a man who puts showering high on his list of trivial pursuits, I have nevertheless ensured that he has always been well-fragranced. This might have been an own goal, if there were any truth in the science.
What he doesn't know is that Le Labo's Thé Noir smells of leather and tobacco. I love it. If he but knew it (or read my Blog) it reminds me of my Grandfather who smoked "Baby's Bottom"
Trust me, my nose has a remarkable memory.
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