Oud. It seems to be the must smell of the year. I don't like the smell of Oud, I find it makes my olfactory senses shudder, and in a London full of odours it's another pervasive interloper to contend with.
The unwashed. These days we have a number of Pound shops, corner shops and discount street stalls where the purchase of deodorant is very affordable and therefore I see no reason to have rampant body odour, but if it were only that simple. The way in which some people reek can only be attributable to never washing, either body or clothes.
Incense. Whoever thought that the pong of burning incense was in any way enjoyable must have had a knock on the head from a plummeting over ripe coconut that resulted in them losing their sense of smell. Once inhaled it reminds one of apathy, it is the smell of ennui.
It's not just the everyday scents that assault ones nostrils. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Truffles! The aroma of burning tyres, the overpowering pungency from an adjacent restaurant table that results in having to hang one's coat in the garden overnight to get rid of the melted rubber residual pong.
Let us not forget that one smell that is unavoidable it seems; Marijuana/Weed/Puff/Skunk, I don't know what the eponymous kids on the street call it these days but its musky tone is everywhere it seems. Wafting from bedroom windows, balconies and worst of all clinging to the garments of the heavy user like a cloud of ennui. It's as ubiquitous as the smell of fireworks in November as common as the smell of damp leaves as rampant as the smell of vapes.
One of the few benefits of Covid was the availability of masks, this allows us to have at least some protection from these assaults on olfaction. I may take to wearing one again when I am out and about. Or alternatively I could search Amazon for a second hand gas mask
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