Odor

I hope you are well; I know I am. As of now, the American Red Cross has assigned me to a mobile hospital (Mobile Hospital No. 1) in Coulommiers, a commune located in the Seine-et-Marne department. Here, we treat the men who’ve been severely injured in the battle at Belleau Wood. Both professional nurses and volunteers work together here to minimize casualties. We all hope to greatly reduce the devastating impacts of war, although the frequent visits from Boche aviators make that a bit difficult…

Senses,mostly everyone has 5.In most cases it makes a person.I have three senses in particular that make some part of me and they are sight,smell,and hearing g.The senses are found in 3 of my favorite things glitter,perfume scent,and quietness.All 3 are senses that when put together make some part of my personality; of who I am. Glitter! A noun that 's defines as tiny pieces of sparkling material used for decoration to give something that WOW factor. Glitter ,such a fun thing to use yet a mess…

Absorb the odours This is where we get to dive into a little bit of odour eliminating voodoo. Although people have their opinions as to why these different methods work, most don’t really know. All that matters is that it works, right? Coffee grounds Place open bowls of coffee grounds in cupboards or places that have lingering smoke smells. Like magic, these grounds will kill odours like that’s what it was made for. Plain charcoal Use charcoal like the coffee grounds. Feel free to buy…

Aromatherapy is an age-old method of using a variety of common scents to arouse certain results in common ailments of the mind and body. The use of scents to produce certain results has been used for many centuries. The scents that are used for the purpose of aromatherapy have been developed from numerous herbs, flowers, fruits, and other common and uncommon plants. The scents that are derived from the above-mentioned resources are normally started as an essential oil. Essential oils have a…

Slipping my boots on, my focus was fully on the task of getting my mare bathed and ready for the barrel race we were heading to that evening. My thoughts racing in my head as I reached for her halter and lead from the hanger on the tack room wall. I've been to barrel races so may times in the past twenty years that I should be at ease, but I'm almost more anxious now than I've ever been before. Walking toward the gate, lost in my thoughts, I'm wondering what the night ahead has in store for…

How is Aromatherapy effective? Well, it is the number one alternative medicine used to help with anxiety and stress. Years ago there were not many books on the subject but, as technology advances so do studies of aromatherapy (“Does it Really Work?”). Many people still have their questions about whether or not it is used for cosmetic purposes more than therapeutic purposes. Therapists such as massage therapist use aromatherapy in the studios they work in. It is known that many therapist believe…

In a way it is quite unusual to be a gay person in diverse an assumed to be original town like of Houston. This is in no way bashing the city in any way but particularly just throwing my two cents to grow up as a gay Mexican American and discovering the gay community. The smell of liquor and stench of sweaty people around you isn’t the combination that is flattering. I didn’t grow up with the same freedom most of this people did and is was quite clear. I grew up in a Mexican family with the…

Cel was hungry. Not eating for a week had begun to take it’s toll on her. She felt tired more often, and was lonelier than ever. Despite all this, Cel was happy. She had made her way out of Brooklyn, and now she was in Central Park. Just being there made her heart sing, and she felt free. The tall trees and thick, thigh length grass made it difficult to see them though, dragging themselves along the road behind her, their arms broken and skin rotting, inching slowly but tirelessly after her.…

It was very quiet. No dogs barking, no people talking. Just the quiet whisper of the howling winds. The rules strictly prohibited anyone out of their rooms past 8:30, which Yuki didn’t mind that much. What Yuki hated even more than the unimaginative, blank buildings, was the emptiness of the desert. Back in her old home in California, she could sit by the ocean for hours, listening to the peaceful waves crashing onto the shore. Yuki sat in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was hot and…

I’m so sick of sitting in my bubblegum-butt colored living room. It seemed like an awesome decision at the time to paint the hideously textured box I live in for the sake of my “totally unique blogging atmosphere.” Jokes, Melanie, you got jokes. It was a great idea at least until I became a super uninspired shut in, who’s seen two Christmas, and three Halloween specials of The Office in the same week. I need to get out of here. The smell of warm vanilla has left me completely “nose blind,” as…