I really notice odors. I think in a previous life I was some kind of dog. Maybe it's inherited. One of my last memories of talking with my mom was visiting her in the hospital. She was a farm girl, and I brought a tomato fresh out of my garden to her. She clutched it in her frail hands and brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply, then said, "There's nothing like the smell of a tomato just out of the garden." There really isn't. She died less than a week after that.
In the morning my kitchen smells of a combination of coffee and incense. There really is no other smell like it, either.
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