Smell is such an important sense. It can bring back some of the strongest memories. It can frighten, soothe, arouse, and entirely kill a mood or feeling. I have a heightened sense of smell that is matched with being rather allergic to quite a few of them. Hives, faintness of breathe, fainting, closed air ways, the whole shebang. The greatest advice I can ever give someone is to trust your sense of smell. If you don't love your partner(s) smell than you are in for a rude awakening. Sure we all stink at some point, but if you go to cuddle up and you find yourself not breathing them in and feeling relief, then you got a real problem. Did you know that you can become physically addicted to someones scent? There have been studies that have done research on widows and have found that they physically go through withdraws. I remember when my Daddy would go away on long business trips and I would sleep every night in one of his worn shirts. It was the only way it felt like he was still there with me. When my nephew passed away I kept one of his swaddling blankets and to this day I can still smell him on it.
I spend most of my life with my nose plugged up. It's a safety mechanism for my heightened sense of smell. When you have passed out face first into doors and onto floors you learn to protect yourself from scent. Because of my need to protect myself, I rarely get to enjoy the scent of others, and I know that I don't grow as a attached to others that I can't describe a scent to. I try to everyday slow down and filter through smells; whether it be flowers, a pot roast, a freshly bathed child, the coming of a storm, the heady scent of arousal, the smell of home, books, oh my god books. Remember to be thankful everyday and to stop and enjoy the smells you love and forget the ones you don't.