Due to my fascination with smell and its relationships with memory, I wrote and published a book that contains smells from Manila, New York and Barcelona—three cities I have lived in and have given me a lot of memories.
Each spread contains the memory on the left and the actual smell micro-encapsulated and printed on paper on the right.
Here’s one from Manila:
On busy streets
The site of many a revolution
You can smell the worn tires.
Here’s one from New York:
My first ever pumpkin pie was in 2007 on a martial arts retreat.
I remember not just the pie, but the knife lessons. We had a meditation room and went to a cemetery. We broke arrows with our throats.
Here’s one from Barcelona:
A birthday picnic for Harriet, up on Montjuic but closer to the museum. We wrote poems on a green Olivetti typewriter that we decorated with wildflowers.
Here are some people smelling my memories:
More photos up on Flickr.