Aroma Therapy, an Introduction
Aromatherapy – Makes Scents to Me
Introduction
The smell of a thing is rarely forgotten. The aroma of cinnamon and molasses may transport you to your grandmother’s kitchen (for me it’s parmesan cheese and parsley); the cedar chest where she kept her linens; the sandalwood incense she burned in the Buddha dish; sitting in her lap, and breathing her sweet smell…
The inspirational speaker and writer Helen Keller, robbed of vision and hearing as a child, became so aroma-sensitive that she could guess the occupation of passers-by. Olfactory experiences may be fleeting and mystical like a daydream, but their effect is sustained and unforgettable. Some researchers believe this phenomenon is caused by odor “imprinting” – wherein certain aromas remind us of people, places or things, each person being born with their own personal “smell-print”, and odors seem to effect our memory and perhaps even our learning processes. The sense of smell is of such evolutionary significance that the cerebral hemispheres of the brain were once mere buds on the olfactory stalks.
This is part one of a seven-part series adapted from my book The Wild & Weedy Apothecary, published by Llewellyn Worldwide. I find our sense of smell to be one of the most intriguing because it is so connected to our emotions and primal instincts, and it’s not always very obvious. The connection of memory to individual “smell-prints” is the subject for a whole ‘nother story, as in ghost story … but before I digress too much further, I would urge you to explore how your own sense of smell guides you (aside from obvious unmentionables!!!) and ask that you share your “aroma experiences” if you can…
Hi Jemmie-Bean
I love how certain aromas are hard-wired into our memory banks. We couldn't directly access most of them if we tried, but catch a whiff of Shalimar, or something equally distinctive, and away we go!
I miss my grammas too. Now I'm the gramma, and I love it.
Yes! The sense of smell is powerful, indeed! There is a certain powder scent (not baby powder, but not a perfumed powder either) that always brings Gramma's face to mind when I smell it. Oh how I miss her!