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asyoulikeitnow · 3 days
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November by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1879)
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incognitopolls · 1 month
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 1 month
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The 8 Senses
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The Autistic Teacher
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beautiful-contrast · 4 months
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academic-vampire · 10 days
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𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰. 🍂🪵🕯️
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mggsv · 7 months
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To say that Nanami was drunk off your scent was an understatement. It’s been that way since you first met. He liked your smell, coming into your job almost everyday to grab something for breakfast.
You smelled of something sweet..like honey, but also floral. He couldn’t put his finger on it. You smelled like nature at its finest and its creations. He fucking loved it. When he leaned in to sniff you more than usual, trying his best to be discreet (and succeeding) a small grunt left past his lips. And he went to work, your smile replying in his mind while he jerked off in the staff bathroom.
Nanami who finally mustered up the courage to ask you on a date. He bought flowers that he figured was close to your smell, but even they didn’t satisfy him. It was Nanami who told you bluntly that he loved how good you smelled.
That was only the beginning of it. Once Nanami finally fucked you he couldn’t stop just there- no- he had to have you, and after a while of a few more dates he did. It only became worse once you moved in with each other. Nanami resting his head on your shoulder when you cooked, hands wrapped around your waist while humming. Nanami pulling you into his chest while you slept.
He especially loved it when you came back from the gym. “Fuckkk.” He had groaned. His face was deep into your clothed sex while you stood there by the door- only having taken your shoes off and locking the door behind you- hand in his hair. “How’s my angel today?” He had hummed, going forward to pull your tights and underwear down. “Mph.. was good Kento..” you let out a moan of relief, feeling his tongue dip between your folds. “Smell’s so fucking good.” He moaned, eyes closing while he lapped at his sacred place.
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ooctlt · 2 months
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What are y’all’s favorite scents? One of my personal favorites is this mandarin-scented glycerin bar soap that I grew up using, I’m always excited when I find something that smells like it!
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todayontumblr · 9 months
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Wednesday, January 10.
Batten down the hatches
Picture the scene: you're out and about, minding your own business, when you get sniffed
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openingadoor · 4 months
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Berlin, City Smell Research. Sissel Tolaas (Norwegian, born 1962) 2004.
Glass and smell simulation
Each bottle: 5 7/8 x 7 1/16 x 2 3/8" (15 x 18 x 6 cm)
“Smell immediately locates you in a space,” says artist, designer, chemist, and odor theorist Sissel Tolaas. “It gives you new tools to perceive your surroundings.” Throughout her career Tolaas has worked provocatively with smell, applying headspace technology—used in the perfume industry to capture and synthesize natural scents—to render essences ranging from the objectionable (sweat, rotten fish, dog feces) to the everyday (fresh laundry, kebabs, shoe shop) and put them into an archive of more than seven thousand scents. From this archive she has created fragrances that do not adhere to the usual definitions of what smells good or desirable; instead, her aim is to stimulate emotional responses, evoke memories, and recreate places in all their chaos and specificity. While conducting her City Smell Research, which was presented at the Berlin Biennale in 2004, Tolaasworked in various Berlin districts to distill an essential scent for each one, creating an olfactory map of the city. The scents are contained in bottles that physically recall the city map and compass points. This work is not simply the charting of a landscape of smell; it also explores the potential of smell as information that enhances and subverts the physical and symbolic boundaries of the urban ecosystem.
found via Talk to Me curated by Paola Antonelli
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gennsoup · 17 days
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It's the scent of autumn, oxidation: you can smell it on your skin, that sunburn perfume.
Margaret Atwood, Aflame
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klaascows · 1 year
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Boop.
Love is the best scent #55.
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klaasfoto · 2 months
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Boop.
Love is the best scent #66.
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zoeyhorse · 29 days
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Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy have a healthy amount of communication in their relationship
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mindblowingscience · 1 month
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Spending time in space has all sorts of effects on astronauts. Some perils of spaceflight are serious, others are best described as weird, and some fall in between, like the fact that food tastes bland and unappealing in space. This curious phenomenon can be a serious enough problem that some astronauts struggle to receive sufficient nutrition, leading a team of food scientists from Australia and the Netherlands to look into potential causes. Their recently published new study suggests that the explanation may lie in astronauts being isolated and uncomfortable, rather than being in orbit.
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incognitopolls · 1 month
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River Phoenix in My Own Private Idaho (Gus Van Sant, 1991)
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