title: The Scent of Desire: Discovering Our Enigmatic Sense of Smell
author:  Rachel Herz 
description: Fascinating . . . A serious book, with many whiffs of delight. (Washington Post Book World)<br /><br />Youll never take your nose for granted again once youve read The Scent of Desire. (USA Today)<br /><br />Intriguing...This illuminating book argues convincingly that the sense of smell should never be taken for granted. (Publishers Weekly)<br /><br />THE SCENT OF DESIRE was a finalist for the 2009 AAAS Excellence in Science Writing Award (The American Association for the Advancement of Science)<br /><br />Filled with intriguing bits of information. (Weekly Standard)<br /><br />This is a spicy perfume of a book, redolent with fascinating facts and provocative hypotheses. (Steven Pinker, Johnstone Professor, Harvard University, author of The Language Instinct, How the Mind Works, and The Stuff of Thought)<br /><br />Astounding and sometimes mind-boggling with (a) wonderfully charming voice and writing style. (Blogcritics.org)<br /><br />Charming. A reminder that life without aromas...would be sad indeed. (Curled Up with a Good Book)<br /><br />A delightfully unexpected blend of personal anecdotes, pop-cultural erudition and scientific understanding.  (Kirkus Reviews)<br /><br />A great reference book that everyone should read. An excellent overview of the sense of smell. It kills some of the myths that have long been corrupting Perfumery and explains where the higher debates should really be. Thank you, Rachel Herz, for gathering these facts about olfaction in one place. (Christophe Laudamiel, Senior Perfumer, Fine Fragrances &amp; Innovation)
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  ## Chapter Nine
  
  
  A Labour of Love
  
  
  Outside the anonymous, cream painted door, Tatiana already smelled the inside
  of the room. When the voice told her curtly to come in, and she opened the
  door, it was the smell that filled her mind while she stood and stared into
  the eyes of the woman who sat behind the round table under the centre light.
  
  
  It was the smell of the Metro on a hot evening–cheap scent concealing animal
  odours. People in Russia soak themselves in scent, whether they have had a
  bath or not, but mostly when they have not, and healthy, clean girls like
  Tatiana always walk home from the office, unless the rain or the snow is too
  bad, so as to avoid the stench in the trains and the Metro.
  
  
  Now Tatiana was in a bath of the smell. Her nostrils twitched with disgust.
  
  
  It was her disgust and her contempt for a person who could live in