Having a sensitve nose during the blooming of jasmin, or in a forest just after rain, or next to the sea is really providing a more intense joy, but there are some occasions when I would rather have just a normal nose...
I think I was around 18 when I first experienced that I would rather suffocate than taking breath from a specially bad quality of air.
It was in a stable that according to my estimation haven't been cleaned for ages before I entered. I remember the harsh piercing smell that entered my lungs in its fullest power, stinging me from inside, slowly giving me its taste in my throat too. I stopped breathing instantly and was running outside madly to take some breath.
Since then there used to be some little inconveniences, but starting perfumery and with the daily practice my nose have reached its best performance which chaged a few things in my life.
First of all, I smell garbage more than anybody else do. I am obliged to put the trash out to the balcony, because I cannot bear it's smell if it is inside the appartment anymore. I used to take it out 3 times a day, but that wasn't enough. The balcony is only the second best solution, since it still ruins my activities outside.
I smell people more intensely too. This, as much as it is a pleasure sometimes, it could be very unpleasant too. And I even smell myself more intensly that before. When taking courses in perfumery, I also started to use 3 times more soap than before, because for the first month I couldn't stop smelling myself dirty. I also ended up washing my clothes twice as often as I did so far.
But the worse is when buying meat. There is only a few worse smell existing on earth than stale chicken ( maybe the essential oil of estragon... ). Having spent my summer vacation in a small village, I know well how the freshly prepared chicken meat is supposed to smell.
Not anything close in any supermarket.
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