The other day or night I surfed across an article, and in it was a link to this article:
I am interested in the reference to language describing scents and smells, and how certain cultures find it easier, easier perhaps than we in the English-speaking world do. It seems true of other senses as well.
I see: hustle-bustle.
I hear: a cacophony; separately, I hear a caricature, nasal series of “likes”: “You know, like” and “I was, like . . .”, three “likes” in a single sentence; above it all, the cry of an infant.
I taste: a moist, warm forest.
I smell: musty leaves, coffee, wasted food (horrible amounts of food, simply going into the garbage); fresh, Autumn air.
I feel: connected.