The author O. Henry taught me about the value of the unexpected. He once wrote about the noise of flowers and the smell of birds – the birds were chickens and the flowers dried sunflowers rattling against a wall.
People can smell a fake.
It’s so nice to get flowers while you can still smell the fragrance.
Humans live a lot longer than dogs, and we don’t suffer any penalty that I can see. We’re superior in almost every way – they can smell better. But really, they can’t drive cars, they can’t do half the things we can. I don’t understand why you can’t live longer and be really fit.
Well, even to this day, if I smell a Big Mac, I’m like Pavlov’s dog. My mouth starts watering immediately, like, ‘Man, that is so good,’ but I can’t take a bite of it.
Most of the time, I grill over high heat. I like things to move fast. I like the sound and smell of a very hot fire. I gravitate towards dishes that you can get on and off the grill as quickly as possible. After a while, you’ll know without thinking about it how hot the fire is.
I visit studios. Just to get the feel, the smell, and see what other people are doing. Not only listening to the radio, but going to studios, greeting musicians and artists, just getting a vibe.
There are two smells that I can recognize right away. The smell of the boxing ring and the smell of a garage. That’s where I grew up. I can recognize these places with my eyes closed.
The second time I was pregnant friends would give me rubber bands to gnaw, because the first time, I had chewed things like a rubber bit that fell off the dishwasher. I remember driving once in the rain and the smell of my rubber-soled shoes in the damp caused me to pull over and start chomping on the rubber mat.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
I love Miami; I miss it so much. I miss the beach, the peace it brings you. I love the sound and smell of the sea.
As a chef my sense of taste and smell are extremely important. But of all the senses, sight is the one I’d fear losing most.
Before a show, you might have aches or pains, or it’s a bad rainy day, or it’s too humid. We all complain about stuff. But… how do I put this poetically? Once it’s the roar of the crowd and the smell of the greasepaint, forget it. Once the adrenaline kicks in and your chest expands, you forget about all that.
To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.
I always believe that to be the best, you have to smell like the best, dress like the best, act like the best. When you throw your trash in the garbage can, it has to be better than anybody else who ever threw trash in the garbage can.
Love is poetry. To fall in love with a person is like understanding a deep, moving poem. Noticing every little detail. To see what the poet shows, to smell what he describes and the urge to taste the intangible.
One day Mum saved up for this exciting new thing – a frozen chicken. She cooked it on the Sunday and we all sat around waiting for it, but there was a terrible smell from the kitchen. She didn’t realise that the giblets were in a plastic bag inside it. We just ate vegetables and she cried and cried.
I think the smell of something is so important, especially when you’re putting it on your face.
My new favourite smell is new baby smell. It makes me so happy. If someone could bottle that, I’d love to have it.
I run; I am a coward at heart. I swear, when I smell violence or aggression the coward comes out in me. I have no desire to fight anybody except myself.
I always love the smell of a bat and a glove, or a hockey puck in the winter time.
No one will understand a Japanese garden until you’ve walked through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it, and you experience it over time. Now there’s no photograph or any movie that can give you that experience.
Smell is stimulating. It stirs things up and makes us nostalgic – a wonderful word which literally means ‘ache for home’ – which serves to inspire new circuits in the brain.
I like expensive-looking, nuanced, hour-long dramas that don’t smell like regular TV. That and cheap, funny shows that feel like one guy made them by himself. So … artisanal television?
As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.
Right after I graduated high school, I joined a sushi restaurant to learn how to make Japanese food. And then spent seven years. Then that time – that’s enough. Then sushi restaurant – butchering fish and they make your body smell like fishy.
I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.
An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.
Smell the roses. Smell the coffee. Whatever it is that makes you happy.
I had hoped that he has mouth smell or something other repelling, but nothing! It was even charming.
A well-crafted cocktail isn’t complete without the right garnish. This final flourish – often citrus or fresh herbs – enhances the drink’s taste, smell, and look.
As I sat back and imagined what my transition from the Red Sox might be, I thought it would smell more like champagne than beer, I guess you would say.
My eyes opened, and the first thing I thought of when I could put thoughts together was I want to be in show business. Never wanted anything else. I used to sneak in the costume room at my nursery school and smell the costumes.
I’m always a great student of writers’ work habits. Balzac sat at his desk dressed in a monk’s robe, and he always had to have a rotten apple on his desk. The smell of the apple inspired him somehow.
I grew up on a farm – I know the smell of horse manure. It does smell better than pig manure.
When I was a young boy, I would wake to an empty, silent house. My parents would return home at lunchtime, bringing with them the mulchy smell of the farmyard.
I love cookies baking. During the winter, they have these candles that smell like cookies, and I always buy like a hundred of them.
When I finished the trilogy of ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ movies, I had a gear shift and thought, ‘I need to take a moment to smell the roses.’
In a lot of ways, a lot of smells that aren’t necessarily edible smell good, and they remind you of certain aspects of food. So making those associations with what smells good or smells a certain way and pairing that with actual edible ingredients is one avenue that we take creatively.
Feelings aroused by the touch of someone’s hand, the sound of music, the smell of a flower, a beautiful sunset, a work of art, love, laughter, hope and faith – all work on both the unconscious and the conscious aspects of the self, and they have physiological consequences as well.
I particularly remember the smell of burgers and bratwurst drifting across Cottbus Velodrome in Germany.
I think I’ve opened up my mind to all foods, except tinned tuna. I can’t stand that. I will not go near it; the smell is unbearable.
Leadership is not a quantitative thing. People either smell it in you, or they don’t.
I loved Westerns for different reasons as an adult. It is not only our only native brand of storytelling – the only one that’s not influenced by Europeans and not something that’s done better by the French – but I also love the sensuality of the Western. The sights, sounds, and smell of a Western are very exciting.
The memories that I have are mostly at our old ranch, out in Agoura. We used to go out there every Saturday. I can smell the oak trees. I can see it so clearly.
I always spend a good deal of time with the people I write about. I try and smell the normalcy of their lives. I try to look at the normal rhythm of their life.
Scent is very important to me but it is the case that my colleagues think it is hilarious that I simply cannot smell, ever, the smell of cannabis.
I love men – everything about them: the way they look, the way they smell, the way they feel. I love their minds.
Good art theory must smell of the studio, although its language should differ from the household talk of painters and sculptors.
Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it’s hard to go back to sleep.
Virtual simulations allow post-traumatic stress disorder sufferers to re-experience the events that traumatized them, and then slowly desensitize themselves to their impact through repeated recreations involving not just sight and sound but even smell.
Smell was our first sense. It is even possible that being able to smell was the stimulus that took a primitive fish and turned a small lump of olfactory tissue on its nerve cord into a brain. We think because we smelled.
I will absolutely admit that the feel and smell of sea spray and wind on my face will be very welcome. I will be happy to come back to Earth, our beautiful planet, when it is time.
Where I am they can smell out a hurricane. My house survived Hurricane Hazel, but it didn’t get past Hugo.
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
There are three things that people pick up on the instant they walk into your home on Thanksgiving. They will be able to feel the human energy. They’ll smell the food. And they will see, instantly, the table.
