What Smell Reflects Your Personality?

The smell is one of the 5 most basic senses. There are many different facts related to smell. Let us discuss a few of them.

1.The nose plays an important role in tasting.

It is commonly believed that we taste through our tastebuds but the reality is that they could only detect a few of the very basic tastes like sweet, sour, and salty. Our nose, eyes, and ears all play a role when it comes to tasting. The perceived taste is actually a combination of signals that we receive from all of our senses. Our brain basically superimposes all the signals and tells us what is the taste. Due to this process, you could detect whether a food is overcooked, or burnt.

2.Not everybody can smell.

Being able to smell is also a gift from nature. It has been found that about 5% of the total population cannot smell. They are better-known as anosmics. Imagine that suddenly you could smell only the basic tastes like sweet, salty and sour. They cannot smell fire and other such things. Some people are born like that but many develop it during the course of their life. Losing the sense of smell could be a sign that your mental health is deteriorating. It is also a sign of depression. It has also been found that viral infection could steal your sense of smell.

3. Some people don’t need an olfactory bulb to smell.

An olfactory bulb is considered as an essential organ to smell. While the brain imagings of a number of subjects suggested that some people could smell without an olfactory bulb. It has also been found that 0.6% of women tend to be fine without it and could smell properly while if a man doesn’t have it then he is destined to have a lifetime of tasteless food.

There are many such interesting facts when it comes to our sense of smell but we will include them in our future smell related posts. Play the quiz and don’t forget to share it with your friends and family.

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne

“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“And now I’ve got to explain the smell that was in there before I went in there. Does that ever happen to you? It’s not your fault. You’ve held your breath, you just wanna get out, and now you open the door and you have to explain, ‘Oh! Listen, there’s an odor in there and I didn’t do it. It’s bad.”
― Ellen DeGeneres, My Point… And I Do Have One

“The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in. She liked the combined smell of worn leather bindings, library past and freshly inked stamping pads better than she liked the smell of burning incense at high mass.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air–moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh–felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire.”
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume