It’s remarkable how certain smells have the ability to sometimes transport us into our pasts. A scent tickles the receptors in our noses and, almost without warning, our brains are slammed back in time to memories often assumed long-forgotten. Several weeks ago, after popping open a metal cannister, the tinny smell suddenly reminded me of a container of buttons my grandmother owned that I was fascinated with as a child. Similarly, after a sudden rain this week, the wet, earthy aroma permeating the air brought back a memory of watching lightning bugs with my family.
However, it’s not always happy memories that we associate with smells. In fact, this First Line Friday selection shows us how this phenomenon can sometimes be deadly…
The office reeked of nutmeg. It tickled my nose, filled my mouth, forcing its way down my throat. Funny thing about nutmeg. A dash can spice up cocoa; too much can make you sick. Determined to ignore it, I focused on the real estate listings in front of me. Yet the smell wouldn’t leave. I closed my eyes, trying to block this pain-in-the-neck, useless sixth sense, but it did not good. To me, Odessa Jones, nutmeg means death.
Title: A Glimmer of Death
Series: Odessa Jones Mysteries #1
Author: Valerie Wilson Wesley
Publication Date: January 26, 2021
Classification: Cozy Mystery
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