
It was only a few years ago that I discovered I was a bit of a nose. I should have known, really. My mother and grandmother had such a sense of smell that the house had to be spic and span and deodorized every single day to make it bearable for them to function normally.
If there was so much as a whiff of molding fixture or, god forbid, almost-stale food, they would hunt down the source of that smell and ruthlessly eradicate it and disinfect the area within a mile radius, if they could. They weren’t being hoity-toity or snobbish, they were just wired to react strongly to smells.


