Scratch-n-Sniff

 

Ringo’s Big Adventure

(Chapter 12)

Scratch-n-Sniff

by Dallas Doctor

 

You know what hasn’t been invented yet? A way to record smells!

Yes, I know Ruth Gordon had “Oder-ifics” way back in 1971’s “Haorld and Maude” but I think Bud Cort was merely acting when he said he could smell “Snow Fall on 42nd street.”

Yes, I also know about perfume and all about scratch-n-sniff.  In fact, I was even in a band that made a record way-back in the 1980s entitled “This Band Stinks” and we thought it was hilarious that we included a scratch-n-sniff sticker on the final packaging of the album (true story).  It actually stunk when you rubbed it.  But just like perfume, it wasn’t a recorded smell (in the sense of being encoded and/or decoded like the way we record sounds or images); it was actually real-life sulfur molecules (S8) that were being released when the consumer disturbed the surface of the sticker. That’s essentially what perfume is as well. Its like putting a little chunk of dog-shit in a Tupperware container and claiming you’ve recorded the smell of dog-shit.

Nobody’s figured out yet how to turn digital code into odour.  I’ve read that Japanese scientists are working on it.  They DID accomplish it on an episode of South Park, but I ’m fairly certain that as fictional as “Harold & Maude.”

But do you know who CAN selectively dispense odors on demand?

Ringo!

That’s right Ringo can.

I only realized it yesterday… I was daydreaming and rather absent-mindedly rubbing his ever-appreciative noggin yesterday afternoon.  And like I sometimes do, I was simultaneously involved in a wee bit of idle conversation with him (don’t point and laugh at me; you do silly stuff too) when I happened to glance up at the clock.

“Hey Ringo,” I casually announced, “guess what time it is.  It’s time for a doggie-walk!” … And when the word “doggiewalk” came out of my mouth, Ringo released an unmistakeable odour. Woah? And what an odour?  It was NOT my imagination.  I did NOT hallucinate it.  We were in my room with the door closed and there was nary a breeze, so the strange (and immediate) odour could only have come from Ringo.  It hadn’t been present at the beginning of the sentence (not in that sudden concentration anyway), and to me, it smelled like dog.  I suspect that to Ringo, it smelled like happiness.

I know what you’re going to say: “that’s not a recorded smell either; those are actual chemicals being released in the same was as dog-poop molecules being released from Tupperware.” And I’m not going to argue with you about that.  I just think it’s cool that Ringo can release odours on command.  I wish I could do that. 

I’d really like to smell snow falling on 42nd street again.

 

 


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4 Replies to “Scratch-n-Sniff”

  1. When Ringo hears “doggiewalk” his mouth flies open, his breath comes in short excited breathes and the tail goes nuts wiggling, so yes I
    do think domestic animals release happiness smells, that or you changed his dog food.

    When Ringo hears the words “Doggie Walk Ringo?” his mouth flies open, he takes short quick shallow breaths and his tail goes nuts wagging, so yes I do think dogs emit happy smells, at least to them, or else you changed his dog food.
    (insert happy face emoji) haha

  2. Weird thing just happened!! I was typing and all of the sudden the text disappeared so I re-typed my comment. Sorry for the dupe!

  3. I enjoyed this one also. Dog can give off different odors.
    It’s not silly to talk to your dog. It’s only silly if you answer back for them in a different voice!
    42nd St is a street that has changed more than any other in the past 30 years, particularly around Broadway. I wonder if the woman that always asked for change for the bus is still there across from Bryant Park? Or the blind guy with his dog at 46th and Broadway.

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