The Sensory Experience.

I’ve always got a bit of a high from sniffing certain things, although it’s never enough and always leaves me frustrated. As a kid it was mostly sandalwood elephants and plasticine. Now it’s more likely to be a handful of new-mown hay left in the field after bailing. I pick one up and sniff and sniff and sniff.

It’s odd how you can get such pleasure from a sensory experience, isn’t it, since most of them actually have no substance. It’s all to do with the brain processing electrical signals. But then, I suppose everything is.

At one time I had a near-mania for women’s perfume, but my olfactory nerves have become too prone to picking up the noxious odour of man-made chemicals these days.