Entering the World and Love Nose First
Could you share some stories of how a friendship or a relationship broke up or never got started because the object of potential affection (or fraternization) could not understand your sense of smell or your palate and how that ultimately was the symbol of deeper issues?
Such as, could you ever get into bed with a someone who wore Opium or who put a nose in a glass, smelled a big, fat stinking oaky fruit bomb laced with espresso and said, “terrific,” knocked it back and went for more?
You just described the palates of 90% of Washingtonian and a substantial amount of potential Californian suitors. It's a momentum thing...
I remember a gal once wanted to get closer to me. But she was sick and smelled like stale Parmesan cheese.
that was a deal-breaker...does that count?
When I read about such situations, I'm almost glad I have serious smelling problems. Anyhow, I do think twice about having a strong relationship with a person whose favourite wine style is the one with grape taste, like the still common local Niagara wine. Such taste says a lot about the person.
cheers
Hello again Alice,
Phew, just the opposite - rather than be repelled I'm happily ensconced with a woman who uses a dab of Annick Goutal and is even more put off by too much brett in a wine than I - lucky I suppose. It must be a compatible sense of the olfactory as I've red hair and am a scrawny englishman, it can't be visual.
She also detests american oak in wine and can pick TCA at a considerable distance - also loves Diebolt Vallois.
There must be men for all those women who can ruin a bottle of wine just by wafting into a restaurant after pouring a bottle of that awful Calvin Klein plastic smelling stuff all over themselves.
Bet the whole Conterno family smell of truffle and roses.
- cheers - Andrew (a volatile smelling Melbournian)
A dab of Annick Goutal (which one?) is very different from someone pushing everyone out of the room with an Opium or Patchouli entrance. She sounds like a keeper.
Well, I have sucker-punched someone whose body-odour was terrible. He was a close-talker, and I'm claustrophobic, and to describe his acrid stench as miasmic misses the opportunity to use such phrases as 'choking', 'visible too the naked eye' and 'corpse-like'.
My peeve is trying to taste around people who smell like a cathouse on payday. I blogged about body odour, whale-barf, Ronnie van Zandt and indoles here: http://www.winexpert.com/?act=news&do=Article&article_ID=174&type_ID=1
I may be a 4'11" woman but when it comes to smell I'd like to think I can be a man about it -not easily offended or faint of heart. If someone likes a fruity, over-oaky wine, then who am I to judge? A lot of the way we perceive smell in wines is culturally and socially influenced, for better or for worse I suppose. Why do I like bretty wines? Perhaps because I associate it with the earth and where I went to school. I do know this, I certainly would never go for a man with an over refined palate with the nose of a priss. Finicky is so girly. That being said, I'd prefer he not consume any yellowtail shiraz....
The only smell that I know I was born to hate is the smell of cigarette smoke, and nothing disgusts me more. Can smokers even taste wine?
Coffee breath seconds it. This is a bit off topic, but why do wine drinkers consume sodas??? When I find out that people who claim to know about wine consume sodas or smoke, they have lost all credibility. I mean, they're telling me a wine has a slight bit of residual sugars and they're drinking coke for lunch???
I once dated a DJ who I relished for all of the differences between us. It was summer and it was hot, and it seemed liked just the thing at the time. But the first morning that I made him breakfast, he didn't seem as pleased as I had hoped. Had I overcooked the eggs? Was everything okay? "No, everything is fine," he assured me. "I'm just looking for the ketchup."
Huh? I don't usually even keep ketchup in the pantry! Needless to say, for the next few months, every diner, every restaurant, every dish required the addition of ketchup. Finally, instead of berating him as I had taken to doing, I just bought him a t-shirt I spied at a flea market...it had a large decal of a ketchup packet square on the front.
We broke up shortly thereafter.
Hey, Cute Dominatrix,
It might be cultural. Was he Jewish? I was brought up on it, the Jewish tomato sauce. In fact, when I stopped eating meat I didn't miss it, what I missed was the excuse to eat ketchup. Well, there was always baked potatoes and french fries, two items that still demand Heinz.
Definitely NOT Jewish. But I suppose it was somewhat cultural. Regardless, I think the ketchup issue was just symbolic of a deeper divide...not meant to be.
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