Catapult | How Scent Returned My Life to Me
Jan 11, 2021 The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed. This is Per Fumar, a column by Mishka Hoosen about the olfactory art of perfumery and how it has impacted his life. * When my seizures come, it’s almost always a smell that sets them off. The scent of bricks, sometimes, or the scent of menstrual blood. Sometimes all it takes is a single breath, and time collapses in on itself. I’m five years old again, or thirteen—the world distorts, color and light shifting and deforming until I don’t know any separatio...