Smell (n.) is a one-way rectilinear sense.
Smell (n.) takes over possessiveness itself, turning space into hands.
Smell (n.) is not simply physical — There are also the unknown laws of olfactory attraction whereby, just as a strong magnet pulls in iron filings more swiftly than a weak one, the spaceships of our odors land more quickly on noses used to considerable air traffic
Smell (n.) plants itself in us forever. If you can’t stand a smell, the aversion lasts as long as you do.
Smell (n.) is the ultimate invasion of privacy. It is utter intimacy, nothing but hands all over us, the bullying of touch in touching.