Riding my bike through altstadt today, smelling the combination of very cold air, roasting pizza's, sidewalk coffee & the very expensive perfume coming from the tourists, meant I nearly crashed into a wall.
I was in serious bliss and not because the combination is particularly interesting or makes much sense really. I mean perfume and pizza?
I can't tell you why or what happened but right then and there, I pulled over and needed to breeeeathe it all in.
There are just some smells, sometimes that make me happy.
I believe in the scientific approach citrus smells being pumped through an office to make everyone more productive, baking bread or chocolate chip cookies before guests arrive to fill them with immediate warmth...
I remember an odd smell of cigarettes and rain in London taking me on another
level and I don't smoke.
I can only guess it's a mix of all my senses being massaged, taken on a new
journey and in some cases, back in time.
A little unexpected brain workout, trip down memory lane and moment in the day to relax and breath.
