scents and smells sometimes brush past us like a curtain, wafting in the breeze, affording us precious glimpses of times past. which of us has not experienced it? the whiff of lavender-scented soap that reminds us of our first love; the fragrance of dried pine needles that takes us back to a walk through the forest one summer long ago; the smell of baking that enables us to relive the impatience we felt as children, waiting eagerly for the oven door to open. everything, it seems, is immersed in an exquisite, yet invisible fog-a fog that is both a mood and a feeling, both objective and subjective at the same time. the present is imbued with the past, and it is this that turns a much-loved smell into a time machine. which of us has not experienced it-the overwhelming smell of the past?__these proustian moments are possible only because our sense of smell is one of the oldest senses there is...
"dufttunnel"
-olafur eliasson
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