Everybody’s house smells. Growing up, I remember how the suburban house of my Chinese friend Albert’s house smelled. It would have worried me had I not, earlier in life, experienced a similar phenomenon with my Greek friend, Rod. They didn’t smell bad, just foreign to my Caucasian, middle-class nose. I’m sure that my house smelled equally weird to them.
But what makes a house smell a particular way? Pets, obviously. You always know when you’re visiting a dog-enabled house, don’t you? Cooking, too, I imagine. Presumably that’s why Albert’s house smelled the way it did, but that wasn’t an issue for me, because his Mom made wicked food. Mold makes your house smell too. In our house, my older brother got shafted out of the basement bedroom with ensuite bathroom because of his allergies to mold.
This contemplation arose because we’ve got Irish friends coming to visit next February. We’re considering trying to rent an apartment down the hall, which is owned by a Chinese family who only visit it once a month. It occurred to me that my Irish friends have probably never been in a Chinese house, and aren’t familiar with the scent.
How does your house smell?