I grew up not knowing that I was anosmic.
How do you know? Someone sticks flowers in your face and says “Isn’t that nice?” You say “yes.” But I couldn’t tell if someone was wearing perfume, or if someone forgot to flush the toilet or if the cat litter needed cleaning…
Well, there were some smells I could detect, but I couldn’t really recognize them. Like ammonia. I can’t detect the signature hydrogen sulfide smell they put in propane tanks, can’t smell something burning, etc.
In VietNam we used to burn our fecal waste in cut-off 50 gallon cans. Everyone alway complained about shit-burning detail, but I never minded, and used to trade with guys when I had a detail I didn’t like.
In college, I volunteered for a study on the sense of smell. After the 2nd visit the researcher said, “How long have you been anosmic?” I explained that I didn’t know what he was talking about, but that I been this way as long as I remember. He told me I have no ability to distinguish one smell from another, and have problems detecting smells at all, and what I think of as “ammonia” smell is probably just irritation of my nasal linings.
Since my move to Hawii, I have found out that there are two tropical flowers that I can smell, and I love the fragrances: white ginger and Greene’s ginger. FWIW.
Oh. Okay.
Then I remember reading or hearing that your sense of taste is dependent upon your sense of smell, that if you can’t smell, you can’t taste.
But I can taste! I can recognize and identify sweet, sour, bitter. I can appreciate the tastes of food and distinguish the differences easily (like between lamb, pork and veal; peaches and pears, etc.). I have lots of favorite foods and many I don’t like the taste of. I can distinguish different wines by taste (but not by bouquet).
Funny thing, though, sacharrin (sp?) does not taste sweet to me. It tastes bitter. I haven’t rated the other artificial sweetners (yet), I’ve just avoided them.
So how come I can taste but I can’t smell?
Oh, an interesting side note. About 12 years ago, out of the blue, I started having seizures. It started with petit mal, but progressed up to tonic-clonic. No reason was ever discovered for my seizures (not neurological), and they eventually abated, but before a seizure onset I would smell a sweet, but unfamiliar odor that no one else could detect. It would pass, and I would seize.
Doctors still cannot explain why I had seizures; and I saw MDs, neurologists, physiatrists, psychologists and probably a few others I forget.