Recently, I was delighted to lure sensory psychologist Avery Gilbert into my padded cell to mine some of the pop-sci nuggets explored in his funk-filled book, What the Nose Knows.
Avery and I covered a lot of ground in our discussion, but we didn’t manage to get around to some of other highlights from his book:
Former Playboy Bunny Izabella St. James gags whenever she smells baby oil because she developed a learned odor aversion to it during her stint at the Playboy Mansion. Apparently, Hef’s idea of foreplay (and “during-play”, I assume) is to grease up like a pig on a spit in Johnson & Johnson’s finest.
Studies prove that mothers really do believe that their own babies’ poop smells less bad than other tykes’ doodie.
The all-too-visceral chronology of bodily decay: fresh, bloat, active decay, advanced decay, dry decay, and remains. Apparently dry decay, which begins about a week postmortem, smells like “wet fur and old leather”. (Insert Etat Libre d’Orange joke here.)
Smells. They’re not all “unicorn underbelly fluff”, you know.