Things you probably don’t know about me. Part 8 of 16.

This is somewhat connected to point four, but only in the sense that it’s about the same bodypart. Yeah, the nose. Have you seen the shows M*A*S*H or Firefly? Sorry. Of course you have, you’re not stupid. I share a tick with the characters Hawkeye and Jayne: I smell things. The scene in the episode The Message where Jayne gets mail and he looks at the box from all sides and sniffs the edges? I’m like that.

Be it food, drinks, people (easiest when giving them a hug, otherwise it might seem a bit… creepy), records, clothes, books — oh dear lord, books! The smell of a used bookshop, I can walk around in a bliss for hours. Pulling out books to inhale the dusty and old scent of pulp and feel the text on the pages with my fingers.

This is not always a good thing. The cans with spice is not too good to inhale. The peppers. I don’t think I need to describe that, do I? You know what I’m talking about. I smell the tea leafs as well as the tea. I inhale deeply when I have the long scarf around my neck.