nose sketches

Italy - Caroline
It smells like asphalt baked in the sun, and when you stop, the smells become more precise or more easily localised: the harsh smell of dog urine drying on the edge of a pavement nearby on the left, the bakery a little further on the right spitting out its warm, sweet and round smells of pastries and candied fruit through the air vent at ground level, and behind me a large pine tree spreads a light scent of sap.

© Caroline Bouissou

On these points that fix the landscape, crossings are agitated smells, coloured movements that impose themselves by their strength and sometimes their persistence in an already loaded landscape: a passing perfume, the smell of an exhaust pipe... the heat exacerbates each of the smells.

© Caroline Bouissou

There is a smell of fresh grass, the one we trampled on to get to the bench, and in the background a drier smell, scented like santolin, but I can't identify its source.
the source. I am sitting on the bench in the hollow behind a small grassy rise. The wind is coming from across the road and is a bit iodized. I try to tighten the frame of my olfactory landscape to better define it.

© Caroline Bouissou

Two smells of sweat mine and my neighbour's a bit strong. The neighbour on the right takes a piece of mint gum and bubbles it, bringing puffs of fresh smell. From a few seats in front a stench invades several passengers who express it in a grumble. The air is turned on in several rows and you can't smell the sweat or the mint for a while, the unpleasant smell has covered everything. Is it because it is unpleasant or because its nature covers the others?