The Gamut of Odors by Myrna Minx
May 14th, 2008 9:43 AM
I was unable to find evidence of a type of Synesthesia whereby one "smells sounds". But I hope it exists; I am curious as to what my arrangement might smell like. Below is 6:33 of non-musical sound. If not aromatic, I do hope you find it colorful.
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Smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found....
Smell + Sound always = Duran Duran in my book. I don't quite get the synesthesia here, but I do like the bouquet.
ah yea
i figured the title "Gamut of Odors" and the request for a bouquet of sound were a plea for some synesthetics... but i have a feeling that a colorful arrangement of noisemakers and kazoos might have earned more votes...
Perhaps this is not synesthesia per say…
Where synesthesia
"is a neurologically-based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway."-Wikipidiaofcourse
But it is an experience where input in one sense causes me to experience memories from another sense.
I didn't even know I had smell memories. I find the idea that my nose remembers very perplexing.
The isolated feeling of sounds triggering memories of taste and sound stimulates my brain in a very interesting way.
Perhaps it is not synesthesia but rather something close to it
that we all have and that I do not know the right word for.
Unless you consider memories as an experience.
If so there must be a little synesthesia in us all.
First, there was mist on the bog. Their torches and lanterns were burning bright, and the stink water was deep and foul. That was kind of fun.
The questioners filled my head with terror, and the the burning of the oil became the burning of something wrong and cold. It smelled like accusation.
This is not an easy completion to listen to.
Geese. God those geese. The hair on my arms is like wires, and then the exhale. I could smell his beef dinner leading to mocking applause.
It's the mix, the sequence of the sounds, I'm sure, as the sound of crunching gravel, chirruping insects, fire, and surf are among some of my favorite smells. But here, you know what you're doing obviously, as buttons are being pushed, they taste like rotten onions.
Lots of them, and now I'm crying.
don't cry! i didn't mean to arouse so many negative associations... I am pretty neutral on most of the content, but truly enjoy the sound of the chalk and the thunderstorm...
but at least someone was able to tell me exactly what it smells like, and that smell is rotten onions. HAhahahah! The play by play analysis was also nice, CM.
I definitely have solid memories associated with those sounds. I'm no synesthete, but with memory things will cross the sensory threshold. The growling dog, for instance, brings pain to my wrist from when I played for hours at a campground in utah with a blue hound (wish I remembered what breed he was... he was beautiful). We had nothing to play tug of war with, so I just let him bite on my hand and wrist (even though I didn't know him) and he'd bite down just hard enough to hold on and pull. Gentlest dog I've ever seen, to pull that hard and really play and not even puncture the skin (the pain was the bruising and scratches I noticed later). All that memory, just from a growl. Thanks Myrna. It is a nice gift.
im very confused but i love your shoes.
I love the sound bouquet. Really diverse. I smelt smoke with the crunching of gravel and the car starting, and damp grass with the thunderstorm.