Smell

Wisconsin Deer Stand The smell in the woods, the sounds of the trees as the wind blows through them. Ahead a steep ridge is filled with oaks, maples and elms. That have changed color already and their leaves are starting to fall. As they fall they hit other leaves going crunch. Then as acorn fall they go crashing down making a thud like a marble hitting the ground. From atop the ridge a slimy deer trail comes down, breaking into two trails that go opposite ways. There are fresh deer tracks from…

The golden sun gleaming off the cool blue water, its rays finding their way through all the trees and their uprising branches. My happy place. The warm reds, pinks, and oranges light up the sky. The smell of freshly sprouted flowers in spring, fresh cut grass in summer time, to the bitter cold and scentless winter, every season of fishing is different. The sights and scenes are calming and I forget about my struggles and or problems. For that amount…

amounts of human waste collecting, and a growing stench in London it was no surprise people were dying. It must have been the smell of the waste spreading infectious disease in the air. While elected officials scramble to solve the problem by forcing residents to eliminate their cesspools and dump them in the community’s main source of water, little did they know that the smell in the air was the least of their concerns. In fact the solution that was given turned out to be the major…

Power House is where I escaped, it 's where I lifted heavy weights and got sweaty, and it 's where I hit new personal records, but that was all taken away from me about a month ago. Power House was the first gym I ever got a membership too and it brought me and my best friends together so it will always hold a special spot in my heart. The gym that was so special to me closed a few weeks ago because the owner couldn 't afford it anymore, I was heartbroken to see my gym shut down. The gym has…

the fifth scene, she vividly described the smell of the stains of blood in her hands. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh! (Act V, Scene 1) She talked about how not even “all the perfumes of Arabia” could make the smell of blood from all the crimes committed disappear from her body. This gave a sense of how emotionally destroy Lady Macbeth was at that point since she could still smell the strong scent of blood from her…

efficiently. Among these ordinary war-time animals were others less common, such as slugs. Simple garden slugs were the most qualified candidates for detecting mustard gas. The best way for soldiers to detect a presence of gas was through smell. One would experience a funny smell,…

Patrick Suskind’s novel Perfume: The Story of a Murdered tells the story of Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, a man gifted with a divine sense of smell, but no bodily odor of himself. The novel explores his sense of smell and how it connects to the emotional meaning they may carry. Conflict is one repeating incident that can be seen all throughout Suskind’s novel Perfume. Suskind portrays Grenouille’s relationship with others to state that the existence of one’s personal identity depends on whether they…

For as long as I can recall I have enjoyed the ability to observe society and those that live within it, henceforth, recently in the past weeks I have enjoyed spending time with a few close acquaintances from going to a public restaurant to enjoying a motion picture flick. In all these activities I was able to not only observe the public but the environment around us and found some interesting aspect that stood out to me. Observing while spending time socialize is anything from easy as I felt…

blood, my blood, surrounded me. When I looked around a second time, I spotted a small village close by and I could hear a conversation between townsfolk clear as day. Then I realized, I can smell, hear, and taste even more then before. I could smell the fresh apple pies from the village and to me; it didn’t even smell appetizing to me anymore. When I got to the village, I smelled a extremely interesting metallic scent, so I followed it. It leads me to a…

Christmas calls for all the types of tamales. As cousins, uncles, aunts, and close friends come together you’ll never see more tamales eaten in one day. The overwhelming smell fills the homes and warms the kids as they huddle around the pot holding a couple hundred tamales. My grandma tells stories about when she was first taught how to make tamales and how she also helped her mom make them for the holidays. At the end of…