Ok, so I can't smell anything any more, but I can remember smells. My old ice cream shop uniform. Chocolate chip cookies baking. The milky afterscent of a baby's head. Getting into the car and realizing there was dog crap on my shoe. Coffee. Rubbing alcohol. Unfamiliar perfume. Cigarette smoke on clothing. Roses. Semen. Vomit. Damp soil.
They say...oh, screw that, I can never remember who "they" are and I don't have to cause there's Google, and yep, there's a powerful link between memory and smell. So I guess I can remember old smells, even if I can't try new ones.
But I can create new memories.
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