I’m an olfactophile, a CognoScenti, a perfumista, or whatever other word the internet has invented to say I like to smell smells. My nose works faster (and perhaps harder) than my brain. I can tell what my neighbour’s having for dinner before I’ve digested my lunch and can decipher punters’ perfumes in a festival mosh pit.
What I also might be, is The Grinch. Garish decorations do not cut it for me. Maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up with a tree and stockings in my home, or maybe it’s because I think the best part of the holiday season (and the part I remember most) is the food, the fauna, and the free time. Why make my living room a sight for sore eyes when it could be scented for sharp noses instead? I don’t need tinsel to express my festivity – I need to smell something green, something clean, and something with vanilla bean. I call it “invisible decorating”.