Years later, I lost my sense of smell for two months. It was the worst experience of my life. I couldn’t taste. I couldn’t smell. I couldn’t feel food rise in the air while cooking. The world felt muted.
When it finally returned, the first thing I smelled was thyme. For weeks, everything smelled like thyme. I had to train retrain my senses.
The way we do as children. We learn how to see. We learn how to smell.
We learn how to feel.
Most people never realize that those senses can disappear. I did. And from that moment on, fragrance was no longer just a beautiful thing. It was sacred.