whenever i walk past someone on the street who is smoking a cigarette the moment at which we meet i automatically whince and brace myself because i have a fear, however irrational, that the person might try to put his cigarrette out on my face. i dont know how this developed, other than that seems to me just the sort of thing one of those nasty cigarrette wielding types might try to do to a nice wholesome girl innocently going about her business.
mosquito repellent is probably my favourite smell in the world. i catch the slightest trace of it and am in instant raptures. it doesnt even bring to mind all those loathsome camping trips to grizzly infested campsites my dad would drag us on as children when my sister would douse herself in the stuff (i never needed to) despite smell being the strongest sense tied to memory.