By Lou Carlozo and Lou Carlozo,Chicago Tribune | November 21, 1993
CHICAGO -- What with the growing national stink over smoke, perfume and other now-questionable odors, it appears that the era of nasal correctness has arrived.About time, says a Chicago-area researcher who has long worked in obscurity to get some respect for the poor cousin of the five senses: smell.Dr. Alan R. Hirsch directs the Smell and Taste Treatment and Research Center in Chicago's Water Tower Place shopping mall -- appropriately only a few floors above vast scent-laden cosmetic counters that have produced skirmishes in the aroma wars.
By Greg Tasker and Greg Tasker,Staff Writer | December 6, 1992
'Tis the season to be jolly. 'Tis also the season to smell, see, hear, touch and feel -- because Christmas and Hanukkah, Rachelle Hurwitz maintains, are as much a celebration of the senses as anything else."
By Jacques Kelly | August 12, 2000
A friend took a deep breath the other day and remarked, "It smells like August." I'd never thought the eighth month of the year had its own perfume, but he was so right. Anything green that grows is now peaking. Weeds are in ecstasy. The corn is toppling over. There's a lush bushiness that translates into the musty, damp odor of a ripe compost heap. Ah, August. Another friend, who walked through my backyard flower garden, complained it was too full - that it had too many black-eyed Susans, too many zinnias.
By Kim Clark and Kim Clark,Staff Writer | April 6, 1992
CAMBRIDGE -- For one quiet moment they just peer into the barn. At 2:30 in the morning, the men see an ocean of white chicken heads. Thousands of beady eyes. Thousands of red combs. Thousands of yellow beaks.The barn is so long the men can't see the end of it. All they can see is a 40-foot-wide swath of 7-week-old chickens disappearing into the night mist.Then there is the smell, or rather the overpowering stink, of 32,000 chickens. The manure stench of ammonia mixed with cloying putrefaction sticks in the back of their throats.
PASADENA, Calif. -- Nate Lewis earned his scientific name coaxing chemical leaves to pull energy from sunlight. A decade ago, he led a team that handily debunked the myth of cold fusion. Now, Lewis is onto what may be his most difficult project: He's building an artificial nose.The restless 43-year-old chemist started sniffing at the project because it was uncharted territory. Of all the human faculties, smell remains the least studied and most misunderstood.Undaunted, Lewis is busy untangling the chemical riddle of smell -- an achievement that could have large economic and social consequences.
By Nicole Fuller and Nicole Fuller, | January 31, 2010
Frank Marion used to light candles to mask the odor. Marion, who owns a home about 300 feet from the Millersville landfill, has complained since 2008 about the smell of rotten eggs permeating his home on an almost-daily basis. Now, Marion and other neighbors say the odor has gotten progressively worse - stronger and more frequent - and is causing nausea, vomiting and headaches among some residents. "It has totally destroyed my life," Marion said. Last week, about a dozen of the residents met to discuss remedies: They are requesting that Anne Arundel County appoint a third party to monitor emissions from the landfill and to test the air and well water to determine if there are any contaminants.
By Jacques Kelly and Jacques Kelly,SUN STAFF | July 25, 1996
Thanks to Baltimore's late-July weather, work and eating habits, the summertime air becomes a perfume counter of urban aromas that engulf whole neighborhoods like a dose of scented bath salts on a soggy, humid day.An olfactory tour of the city would include pleasurably seductive stops at the sources of baking bread, roasting coffee, fermenting vinegar, toasting peanuts and steaming hard crabs.But mixed in would be the vapors of stuff that travel guides will never mention: the harbor after a hard rain swells storm sewers, the asphalt plants and the motionless, stagnant air that lingers over the city like a bad hangover.
By Andrea K. Walker and Andrea K. Walker,SUN STAFF | November 30, 2004
With its smokestacks, shipping yards and murky, fishy-fragranced waters of the Inner Harbor, Baltimore isn't exactly known as the best-smelling of cities. But down the street from a trash recycling plant in South Baltimore is a company whose business is about smelling good. Already the country's largest producer of automobile air fresheners, with nearly three-quarters of the market, SOPUS Products is riding the coattails of the popularity of SpongeBob SquarePants and his 15 million weekly viewers.
By The New York Times | July 16, 2008
NEW YORK - As players were beseeched by countless members of the media to eulogize Yankee Stadium as it hosts its last All-Star Game, those sufficiently provoked Monday were willing to discuss what they would not miss about the old - very old - ballpark in the Bronx. Players from the past had no problem saying goodbye to the Astrodome's rats and Candlestick Park's hurricane-force winds. Today's All-Stars have their own reasons to dry their eyes at Yankee Stadium's funeral. "The smell," the Texas Rangers' Michael Young said.
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