The Nose Knows
Walking into Baba-a-Louis Bakery
on Wales Street in Rutland
is a feast for the senses. For four
years Cassie had almost no sense of smell
so maybe you can imagine what it was
like when, with her snoot restored after
surgery, she walked into that yeasty, sweet,
buttery aroma. It was almost overpowering,
the way we imagine it would be if we
were in a dog’s head for awhile and could
smell the way he smells.
And that wasn’t the only overpowering
sensation. Some were good (a deli, for instance)
but others were almost too much
(the scent of women’s perfumes at a concert,
All good, though, all good.
The interesting part of this story is
that, for four years, Cassie has depended
on Tim’s nose to do her smelling, too.
There was the critical kind of smelling:
Honey, does this yogurt smell okay?
And there was the pleasure smelling:
Will you smell the rose and tell me how
good it smells?
And the matter-of-interest smelling:
I just smelled a whiff of something (a
ghostly sense), is it manure?
With Cassie back to smelling on her
own, you might think Tim is getting a
break. But she still asks him as a matter
of habit, and then catches herself and we
laugh. But the other day, she out-smelled
him. We were out walking and suddenly,
she passed through a strong, sharp skunk
Honey, did you smell that?
He did not, no matter how many times
he passed through just
that one spot.
That’s called teamwork!
In life, two noses
are better than one.
Cassie Horner and Tim Sink