- WHAT DOES METH SMELL LIKE WHEN SOMEONE IS SMOKING IT FULL
- WHAT DOES METH SMELL LIKE WHEN SOMEONE IS SMOKING IT FREE
WHAT DOES METH SMELL LIKE WHEN SOMEONE IS SMOKING IT FULL
Gramma always smoked a LOT and the house was full of second hand smoke (this was the 70’s and 80’s, grasshoppers…we didn’t know the hell we were doing). This one is going to sound nuts (go figure 😐), but even cigarette smoke triggers good memories for me. T and I loved to hug him and smell that and even now, if I get a whiff of aromatic cologne when I pass by an older gentleman, I get a tug in my heart. It’s that VERY strong aftershave that older men used to use (I don’t even know if they still sell it 😳) and grampa would douse himself in it everyday.
T and I LOVE the smell of English Leather. In fact, smells trigger the most powerful memories for me. It’s like the world is now ‘turned down a notch’ because of the lack of smells. I miss so many other smells too: just the everyday smells in the house, smelling Eddie when he’s cuddling me, smelling Bill’s hair right after a shower, smelling that ‘fresh’ aroma of snow (yes, I can smell snow), smelling the towels to make sure they’re fresh, smelling the body wash I like to use, smelling Little Dot when I’m holding her, and the list goes on.
WHAT DOES METH SMELL LIKE WHEN SOMEONE IS SMOKING IT FREE
For fuck sakes…no wonder I’m dairy free now. However, she didn’t get a mouthful of the expired, sour milk so she has no room to complain. In other words, ma didn’t trust me to know that when milk is clumpy and causing you to make the same face you make when eating a rotten lemon, it’s spoiled! Now when I eat at ma’s, I (and sis) smell EVERYTHING. Pop: “Aaaaagggghhhhh! C, this damn milk is spoiled!”.For the last time the milk is not spoiled. Ma: “It does not! I would never serve you spoiled milk!”.Little Kristi: “Ma, this milk is spoiled…it tastes funny.” 🤢.After a fiasco of a dinner with ma, pop, and sis when I was younger that involved spoiled milk (ma doesn’t ‘believe’ in expiration dates 🙄), I refuse to eat just about anything without giving it a good sniff. And not being able to smell food is one thing that’s hard for me. Smells infiltrate our lives constantly and without them, everything around us is just bland.
The ‘memory’ of the taste is there…just not the taste.Īnd then there’s smell. See, even though I theoretically could eat something I hate (prunes and brussels sprouts come to mind 😐), my brain…as fucked up as it is (sorry, ma 🙄)…would still know I didn’t like them and I don’t think I could eat them without barfing. ? I literally could have bought crappy substitutes and never would have tasted the difference. Why spend the money on purple grapes (I LOVE grapes), fresh veggies, deli roast beef, etc. As I was self-scanning it and yacking to the employee who was watching, I told him I didn’t know why I was buying so much ‘good’ stuff since I couldn’t taste anything anyway. And it tastes like you are eating nothing while your brain is saying: “I remember this…what the hell?” A couple of days ago after we were released from quarantine, I went to Wally-Farts and bought a ton of food. Instead of eating and having some enjoyment…you are just ‘eating’.
Even flavors that aren’t fancy schmancy…like peanut butter…are missed. How much the flavor of our foods please us. You know, until you are going without something you’ve had all your life, you don’t realize how much of an impact taste has. I blindfolded Bill (he was excited at first and then realized what it was actually for 🙄) and put a taste of each of these on his tongue to see if he could figure out what he was tasting. In order to further test all of this, I got out ketchup, mustard, ranch dressing, poppyseed dressing, and the ‘smooth’ part of salsa. Then, I started smelling various things to see if that was gone too…the biggest test was smelling Dottie (who, to use my son’s words, does have a bit of a stench) and I smelled nothing. It was so strange because I could feel the heat of the salsa on the roof of my mouth, but there was no taste to it…no flavor to anything. Like I told Bill, “Hells bells…I might as well be eating ma’s meatlump right now.” I was chewing and swallowing but the experience was ’empty’…there was no sensation at all. I didn’t realize these senses had left me until we were sitting down to ‘dinner’ (a wrap with chips and salsa…I’m a gourmet cook…😳) and I couldn’t taste ANYTHING at all. But I’ve never heard the same question asked about taste or smell…it’s almost like these are the red-headed stepchildren of senses. Have you ever played the “Would you rather?” game? For example, would you rather kiss a frog or a rat (I’ve kissed both…remember, I’ve been married 3 times 🙄)? One question that always pops up is “Would you rather lose your sight or your hearing?” Of course, this is a toughie and even contemplating losing these senses makes you realize how dependent you are on them.
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