Smell

these stories, however, I wish to discuss an important aspect of nearly all accounts of the tornado. Although these stories do not recount the smell of the tornado, all three narrators spoke of it on other occasions. For these three, and countless others, the odor remains the most visceral trigger for intrusive memories. Labeled simply as “the tornado’s smell,” citizens could not specify an exact source, listing the two most prevalent as natural gas, leaking from the multiple broken lines,…

Pyriform cortex represents the valence of smells but not the source. Olfactory tubercle responds to intended smells. Thus, olfactory tubercle is involved in attention modulation of the early olfactory code. Like the olfactory bulb and pyriform cortex, the olfactory tubercle has several features that link it to the role of processing smells. Olfactory processing regions from the nose are integral in the multimodal processing of sensory data…

The silent crime was committed leaving behind a foul smell that choked my nostrils to death—a fart. I looked at the suspect in the eye, but he quickly denied the accusation, even though he was the only person in the room. Blame, guilt, embarrassment—all seem to attack a person when they let “one rip” that accusing someone else is the perfect disguise from the crime. Everyone farts—kings and queens, rich and poor, men and women—that if anyone says they do not fart then they are either lying or…

Have you ever thought about how fascinating it is that one familiar smell can bring back so many memories? The smell that can bring me back to my past and fill my heart with joy from the memories. The biggest memory that peppermint brings back for me is my Grandma. My Grandma was an amazing woman, she always wore a certain perfume and still to this day I am not entirely sure what the perfume was but it had some type of peppermint fragrance to it. My Grandmother and I used to do everything…

bright, vibrant colors were everywhere. I could see red, pink and blue colors, it was as if I was looking at a rainbow, but-they-were-flowers. Suddenly this amazing sweet smell entered my nose, the smell turned into a taste that made my mouth water, what is that? Kiwi, my scented hand lotion, it is Kiwi hand lotion, the smell is adding to the beauty that surrounds me. Why are all these mosquitoes and gnats landing on me and biting me, I don't understand it. My hand is waving everywhere,…

to lose I would pick the sense of smell. There are so many beautiful things in the world to see and hear, that I would not want to lose the ability to do so. The loss of smell can be partial (hyposmia) or (anosmia) which is complete loss (Mayo Clinic, 2017). There are many causes for the loss of smell from an obstruction by polyps, a nasal fracture or a common cold just to name a few. Some disadvantages would be food not tasting the same and not being able to smell smoke, but you would be still…

Smells travel as chemical messages via sense receptors and the olfactory nerve to the limbic area of the brain, and particularly to the amygdala and the hippocampus. These are the areas of the brain that are associated with emotions (fear, happiness, etc), mood, pain, pleasure and also with memories. Smells become associated with emotions – and even memories of emotions. So, for example, using an essential…

Parsley and cilantro This essay will end grocery shopping's confusion forever!! Parsley and cilantro are famous plants that are used in many dishes all around the world. They are very similar looking, and finding the difference between them can be a bit of a challenge to many people. Therefore, here are tips to help you differentiate. One easy way to do that is to pay attention to the shape and color of each plant. If you look at parsley you'll notice that it has a thin petiole and…

could just feel the excitement in the air as the home team took the field, the crowd was at their feet and cheering as loud as can be as the pitcher threw his first pitch. We lucked out and got to sit right behind home plate, we could also smell…

As he walks into the dull classroom and sits down in his chair, the whole world seems to stop. He hates history. It’s is least favourite part of the day. He sits down next to his partner, and gets that horrible smell up his nose, just like he does anytime he goes near this person. He would do anything to get out of it. The teacher starts blabbing on about Ancient Greece, but he doesn’t listen. He looks outside, and sees that it’s snowing. He loves snow. It always brings a smile to is face…