Smoke is what gives a special smell. Surely, a conservation technique would be to take away food. Smoke also regresses. There was a time when the smoke of fire became unbearable. The smell of smoke, that insignificance, today is unbearable and the stench that is added to clothing even more. At that time, the jars smoked to keep them. The cheese was made at one time, the pig was killed at another time, the fish at another time. Smoking allowed these foods to be available throughout the year. It removes insects and prevents smoke and putrefaction. Today, we don't need that smoked to conserve food; but the dependence on that smoky taste is inherited by our palate. Any sized smoked food gives us the feeling of having a palate and a nasal membrane at the tip of the throat.

Even the nasal membrane is a perfect tool to renew memories. The smoke tasting will blow your taste, but odours can turn your head upside down until you get crazy. It has not occurred to anyone that, hearing a smell, he has become insensitive, stupid, babolish, unable to guess the source of that smell. Odors are the key to the locks of the stories of our lives. They are the ones who take us to our contingency storage. Or does every visible episode of life smell?

I know people who smell cinnamomum verum more than anything. The grandmother prepared the stick cinnamon that carried inside the rice milk and the candle that had on the surface. Who didn't breathe deeply when he found the perfume of the new litter? Is the smell of fungus, moist and content, closer to a slightly obscure oak and satisfying no more than that of the fungus? I certainly do!

I have a strange perfume that warns the pictorial ones. It's a smell of youth. In another century, many felt young transgressors or transgressors of new roads, especially hippies, who wore a special perfume on the beard. Without a copla, the neck was well splashed to the ear. And they were distinguished everywhere. He smelled Pachuli (Pogostemon cablin). Today it is a miracle to find ourselves in the street with a smell of pachulí. It happens very rarely to me and is always in street demonstrations and demonstrations. I don't like anything, but maybe it should be used more. Like smoke, at least it frightens insects...