Tuesday, January 17, 2006

The Ol' Factory

I've been told that the sense of smell is the sense most closely linked to one's memory. I believe it. Now, as my nose slowly but surely re-opens (if you haven't kept up to date with my whining, I've been bloody sick for a week or so) I just took a good draw off my bottle of "Man of Aran," a cologne I picked up while traveling through Ireland's Burren with my family back in March '04. Instantly, boom, images of the ignatious landscape and brittle flowers poking out from in between weathered crevices flooded my mind. A nice break from the tedium of study and cold.
But it leads me to think, what smells will bring my mind back to China long after I leave? There are good smells: roasting nuts on the street, sweet potatoes being steamed, my favorite bowl of soup at my favorite soup hut. And the smell of a #2 meal from KFC. I hate to say it, but I'm programmed to water at the scent of a #2 spicy chicken sandwich. Sue me.
Unfortunately, I think I'm going to have many more less pleasant ones. And so I introduce my line of scents to bring one, mentally, back to Harbin long after having left:
- Parfum de Puking-Man-At-10AM
- Toliette Without Water
- Chanel #1.3 Billion Who Only Bath Maybe Once A Week
- Is That Fish?
- No, It's The Cook!
- Eau de Ewwwwwwwwww
- Musk of Snotty Toddler (For Men)
- Scent of Pissy Toddler (For Women)
- Black Lung (contains a top note of coal dust)
Please feel free to add your own in the comments section. I promise to read them once I'm no longer an enemy of a state.


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